The view is painted today in such blazing colors,
But at least are dimmed all the errors.
The vapid grey of his eyes turned into cyan,
While the blonde hair had rapt the shine of the sun,
Bodies without faces are swallowed by the mist one by one.
The distorted sound seems stunning,
But at least is indecipherable every word coming.
My sight is blurred but I think his face reminds me of another "him",
In these whirling waves I can barely continue to swim,
So I hang on this stranger's face,
Catch him in a breath-taking embrace.
The words I said came out so twisted,
But my tongue is knotting,
The phrase was almost spitted
His lips are stretching into a smile of understanding,
A whisper that is supposed to reach me floats away,
But I purport this was okay,
Sure, except the moment when I've almost lost self-control,
A sudden contact of our lips imbued with alcohol.