I guess this is someone you barely know,
Neither do I.
We might have met at once,
And I enjoy the lightness of his glance.
A bit eccentric, still conservative he is,
He could have seen in me the opposition,
But how on Earth can I tend to resist
Temptation of this mirroring position?
His grin is made of capital and humour,
His knowledge still contains some details lost,
He's far from being a chaotic rumour,
He knows some English. In his mind at first
Ideas multiply, then people notice
His mind is glued to gilded paths of wealth.
No acronyms can alter my devotion
And hidden undertones of this pathetic wreath.
I visit all museums, with a passion
Imagining how they will still evolve
But he admires bumpy rides immensely...
We both reflect all sides of human worth.
