Very bad English / Очень плохой English

The colors mixed into a filth:

Gray heavy clouds above the earth…

Beautiful words turn into mist,

We met against all odds…

You're too polite, and very sweet

But my heart remains calm and still…

I had the strength to cool the heat

To stay impregnable and chill…

My goodness! What a rapid change…

The sun has barely touched your glance!

Now I must seem so cruel and strange…

I pray to give me one last chance…

Alas! You'll never look at me…

Though I was just a moment late!

So sorry… Now you cannot see

One touch of love that still awaits…

Mixed colors make everything gray:

Dull heavy clouds above the ground…

But I'll be happy anyway

I'll be around, I'll be around…

Meeting number 3.

Big square of an ancient city

Azure silky sky;

You couldn't find a decent reason,

So you freely came by…

Although you spoke in English,

I understood you without a word,

You seemed to be very near

Coming from recent thoughts…

Big square of an ancient city,

I'm surrounded by pals

Why do I need a good reason

To send Colosseum to hell?

I quietly apologized

Came up with stupid excuses

And rushed without ending the talk,

So clumsy and so confusing…

Columns, arches, ancient city;

Fountain, steps… I see you sit…

I could find another reason

Paris could wait a little bit…

Then you smiled as we were walking

Putting sunglasses aside

Touched your hair as we were talking

And lights sparkled in your eyes…

The circle of columns and buildings…

Changed tomorrow to yesterday;

You smiled goodbye to my feelings

And, just like a dream, flew away…

Lord, I just don't understand how can she build and systematize such a gamut of human feelings!!!

Taska, I remember my promise.

Chapter 3

A Miracle…

If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine.

В В В В (Paulo Coelho)

January 23, 2016.

Monday.

You know, I always envied you. Not just because of the way you feel about life and know how to color gray dull everyday life.

No. I envied your dreams…

How do you do it?

Today… You just came up and told your dream, without resorting to various tricks and metaphors, in casual words.

You only mentioned that the dream was colorful as always.