Diving in the crowds and the city light,
Upon a gleaming girl gazed my eyesight,
Who looked like a star in this gloomy night,
Standing there to share with me her delight.
I said: ''Who are you in this paradise?''
''***** names. Be a freak like me, too.'' She said.
With looks, her walk, her talk which I admire,
Her eyes were burning with aflame desire,
Who was not a red flame, but blue fire,
Who through times of the night did not tire.
I said: 'What have they shown or seen those eyes?'
''I only show them to a few.'' She said.
Though we stood in the cold, it felt like spring
Every time I saw there her gleaming being,
Being busy with the dancing and singing
With lovely pleasures she was fondly bringing.
I said: ''From where does your passion arise?''
''My love's full of fire and true.'' She said.
We were strangers who held their honeymoon,
Hoping that the sun would not arise soon,
Chanting with our love a sonorous tune,
Like the shining cities under the moon.
I said: ''This passion, how does it surprise?''
''Like scorching flames turn to blue.'' She said.
Like many others in these lit cities,
We were embraced by the sweet summer breeze,
And gambled with kisses in reveries,
And dwelt after them in sweet memories.
I said: ''Why would it not stay here, this prize?''
''Cause I don't own a debt to you.'' She said.
On her lips, a cigarette she held there,
Who exhaled whispers that most would not dare,
Ensorcelling my ears without a care,
Who was for pleasure fine, and not despair.
I said: ''Like smoke they'll disappear these sighs.''
''And leave us at dawn with no clue.'' She said.
And after all the talk and all the play,
I still wanted her sweet presence to stay,
And not keep her for a night nor day,
But to share together our road and way.
I said: ''Am I the only one who cries?''
''Did I not tell that we'd be blue?'' She said.
Fleeting lives, fleeting loves.