appeared in front of my eye.
Where does he come from?
There was no one around...
His nice perfume wrapped my soul,
until now my nose didn't smell such a nice scent.
If he wasn't such a feeble and ugly, maybe
I would like to take care of him in the end...
I saw his face only from the side,
a little bit unlikable.
He went into a very expensive cafe bar,
I looked inside for a while from afar.
Outside, in the air that perfume still,
something that breaks the will,
I almost got in.
For a moment he turned this way and
looked at me.
God! What are those eyes?
A human or from the jinn?
I was startled, sheltered more
under my blue umbrella.
The people inside stood up,
for a while, merrily: o la la!
Didn't anyone realise of these piercing eyes that
I noticed afterward.
Because of the perfume...
Maybe just this perfume
had a pulling power,
everybody gathered around him
welcomed him in a regard...
Inside there's luxury chandeliers at the ceilings,
on the seats satin pillows.
He sat on a seat and requested a good wine mark.
The freak turned back and looked at me,
as if he knew I was here,
I was in a strange light fear...
Why did he look at me God knows.
Maybe just because of this curse
the sky would get dark of course
I walked away.
In the back street,
suddenly a red cloaked woman appeared,
she approached and murmured something.
But I didn't understand...
i timidly looked at her, in a strange sentiment.
I could only choose the word, 'street' among words.
I guessed she was looking for the main street
from her face statement.
I showed her the street side with my hand,
the Blue umbrella in my other hand.
Or was it showing me the objects
such a strange thing, when I hide underneath?
Everything seemed strangely different
in my eye range.
A few seconds I looked back.
The woman in the red cloak was coming back.
As if again she was going to ask something.
Under the red cloak her legs seemed
longish and thin.
She was walking fast
like a senseless machine.
Yes, like I guess, she approached and
was going to ask something again
with incomprehensible words.
My eyes on her legs again, longish and thin.
O God, is she one of the jinn?
Yet she was looking for the main street,
little beyond up, down, she walked around.
Then she gazed at me and tried to say something,
but not a word came out of her mouth,
she was silent...
The situation turned to persecution.
Then, the rain became more violent.
Finally I entered into an empty courtyard,
under the ramping downpour.
There's no the fragrant man, when I look back,
neither a woman in red cloak,
nor rushed shadows passing randomly,
no body remained around.
Were they real people?
No one left with the rain drops, they disappeared.
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