It happens to you without warning
In the middle of a colorless hour
A motion, a smell, a look
Which almost tears your setting
Suddenly this heart that had almost forgotten you
Comes at your door and starts to beat again
Look out, the ballet is about to begin
You don't understand what is happening to you
At first you think about an error.
You avoid him and he figures you out
Between desire and fear
You hear him say sentences without meaning
No matter, words aren't important anymore
Because the ballet has begun
He is decked out in all his finery and with honey on his voice
You, you make yourself velvet and your jewels are bright on you
He tells you some poems and dreams from distant trips
You answer Florence, painting, some impeccable images
Ladies and partners, move forward
A glance to his back, his hips, when the gallantry fades
A look when she bends and lets imagine a breast
She already knows his hands, the outlines of his mouth
The curve of his loins, which she noticed discreetly
Because the ballet is about to come to life
He knew the codes and gave the right passwords
A little more acohol and the shields fall
The keys of bodies delivered, at last the skins embrace
And time stops as long as the grace lasts
Because the ballet, is almost over
And real life, is about to begin
And yes - real life -