Past midnight convo

Me, what do I do at this hour?

Nothing, I am making a different world.

Aren't you done yet?

No. The world still needs active people

But it is late- past the hours of the night sky to turn 

Aqua and charcoal. 

The world still needs people, I say

Like feathers moving up and down

Living,  dying, becoming

What coming?

I said becoming, as in wearing a shade.

Is my pronunciation thick?

Not at all!. You are European, no?

No. I come from the south,

south of the freezing sea.
How about you? Big fella with muscular arms
and pressed white shirt.

Want to call me, pretty boy?
Me, no I'm a bit shy.

Those blue eyes I've seen these, somewhere-

Sorry I didn't catch your name,

Maybe you are a ghost in my head-

A reflection of blue eyes I know 

No. he answers, you didn't get it
My name

because I am a man of mysteries

Like Zorro but I am not Mexican
I don't have a thick accent I am-

Denis, I am from Romania. 

I am made from 40 degrees bellow the ice

Nice to meet you,little Lotte, in the apple shine dress

and the daisies of wonderlands.  He says, Denis the Romanian