At the station bar we all looked at that woman for a while who was waiting, placed like a mannequin in the window, with a red suitcase, shortening it on one side and clinging to the other. />to a cardboard doll.
She walked around
looking for someone to explain to her,
from the way I looked at her
She realized that I liked her, so she left me
a smile believing that I could help her
I thought of everything and to talk to her
I had the idea of u200bu200ba flower.
And I didn't really realize
even where we were going
only after a while I realized that I found her beautiful
and when in the market street
a seller shouted to her that she was beautiful
I thought in defeat that I was the first
I would have liked to tell her.
A moment later, still taken by surprise
by an unspecified gesture that she had shared,
I happened to have her next to me and explaining to us with my eyes,
We went a little further
then we gently slipped.
And little by little that long Indian dress of hers became creased,
little by little, as in certain films, we slowly chased each other.
I had her one step away more than once
she ran away from my hands,
then I caught up with her, finally more than once we slipped to the ground...
.. and I continually looked for her
caresses from her lips with slow movements
of my head against hers.

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