L'Homme de la Nuit

I'm like that "sad beauty man" described in commercial of my favorite perfume YSL La Nuit de l'Homme. I walk by you in the street with my icy blue eyes, one blond hair lock falling on my face and I pass by you like a ghost who makes no sounds. My luxurious haute couture perfume leaves a trail which gets in your nose and mind. You will never forget me now. I sit in a bus and look through a window lost somewhere deep in my thoughts. Yes, you look at me. Who is this man? What is his story? But you will never know this because I disappear from your view as fast as I appear.

You often see me sitting in a restaurant drinking red wine. Sadly looking into the depths of that sweet drink. I might give you a look, or might not. You often see me smoking my cigarette outside of the shopping mall. My eyes show no emotions. I stare at people passing me coldly and with contempt. You probably think I'm dark and evil man, but you cannot get through my armor of cold. You feel more interested in me and cannot stop staring at me. But with one blink of an eye I disappear from your view. "Maybe that man was my imagination or a ghost?"- you think.

Another day you see me cheerfully chatting with a girl in the restaurant. First time in your life you see me smiling. But I take a glance at you. At the young man staring at me with his green eyes and long brown hair. But I turn my eyes fast and laugh loudly with the girl I'm sitting. Next day you see me again in the same restaurant with another girl. I smile and laugh again. I take her out and our eyes meet again. Same green eyes staring at me. I put my arms around my girl's shoulders and I walk out.

On a rainy autumn night you notice me again walking with a different girl from the opera. You stand in the rain under the tree and see me dressed in black suit and magenta pink tie, and shiny black Oxford shoes carrying umbrella for my companion. With a glimpse you notice a rainbow color ring on my finger, but as soon as I notice you I hide my hand in a pocket and walk away with my girl to our Lamborghini car.

You find me sitting next day in a park on the bench reading a fashion magazine and slowly smoking a cigarette. I notice you staring at me over my red sunglasses, but I turn my eyes down and keep reading like the world doesn't exist around me. I stand up and look at my watch and leave the park. At the gates my thoughts are disturbed by a bump into my shoulder. I lift my sunglasses and see your huge green eyes so close to my face and wind tossing brown hair. I look down. You dropped your.... Italian dictionary at my feet. I put back on my sunglasses and fasten my feet to reach bus station on time. You stand there surrounded by autumn leaves and your book on the pavement. I see you through the window of the bus, but I turn away my eyes.

As days and years pass you notice me more and more often sitting alone in restaurants, I do not drive that Lamborghini anymore, and you see me less and less with beautiful ladies. I sit in the same park, same restaurant and I walk in same places, but all alone. The last time you noticed me with a notebook in the same park; was again autumn. This time I was the one who stared at you over my sunglasses, but you were reading the same Italian dictionary and it seemed you didn't know I was sitting on a closest bench. I left my notebook on a bench and walked to get my bus. I sat in the same place next to the window as always and the last thing I saw was you standing in the wind and autumn leaves dancing around your legs. You held my notebook in your hands and looked at my bus.

Если б ты шепнул: "Я люблю",

Если б намекнул лишь: "Терплю",

Но, боюсь, до Страшного Суда

Ты не скажешь мне ни "Нет", ни "Да".

The way I came in, the way I got out. The way I appeared, the way I disappeared. Je suis juste un homme de la nuit...

"Pardon, que Je t'aime"....