Mister , with silver brow ,
The owner of the most cutting grey eyes ,
Who throws with complicated and intelligent phrases ,
Like i`m throwing with confettie at New Year..
You are smelling good , like safety and power
And if you are looking into your pocket
You find those two doctorates ,
And your perfect CV too ...
Nothing can touch you ,
Or taming your frowing
Nothing , but the obsessive remembrance
Of the girl with the hair like a flame ,
That you saw a single time .. in the train...