Mǟʀɨʟʏռɛ Lɛֆȶǟȶ

I am the girl with the nylon stockings who walks down your street, Indolent and indifferent, swinging my bare shoulders under my long hair?

I would remain for you only an unreal dream, which will continue to turn the cranks with the captivating memory of the vision of my little dress with suspenders, Obsessive to the point of haunting all your cold nights.?

Or on the contrary will you be able to accost me, to seduce me?