Don Juan: What to say? I am a romantic soul visiting 2021
Young girl: Words no longer seduces us O Don Juan but money do!
Don Juan: poetry is a gift of nature, fortune is gift of commonality
Young girl: Duhh! Whatever!
Don Juan: I come too soon! yours are not the ears my mouth is made for
Young girl: What? Are you a sensationalist or mad man or a comedian?
Don Juan: surely 21st century deserves no romances, poetry and love but consumerism and endless idolizing materialism
Young girl: be gone! Where you come from now Don Juan, we want no more romantics, revolutionaries
Don Juan: wait! what to became of your smile like the echos of rainbows, your eyes like the deep silence of distant seas, your kisses like the longing rainfall for barren gardens
Young girl: laughs ha!ha! Walks always mockingly
Don Juan: never heard of and never return but disappears back to the yellow pages jotted down by lord Byron and many others