You were...simply beautiful...dancing in front of everyone in the bar...moving so smoothly and at the same time so passionate...in the background the old and lively Jazz, and you going from man to man, caressing everything that your soft and thin fingers could, until you ended up circling over the same man... that soldier with the smell of tobacco and gunpowder, who puts his hand on your waist, pressing his fingers on your red dress, leaning towards him as soon as he finishes the song...and in the seconds...removing that fisherman's hat, as a sign of respect to you...the woman in the red dress at the bar...