My own little movie

I went to the capital from this land for job
Cause my home is in the south of it
There I was walking back to get home
And I tripped with a man that asking me for forgiveness
In thousand different languages had added too…

*By the way what´s your name? And so he invited me a cup of coffee
I thought about my path back home but what do I lose if I accept?
I must tell that behind that pretty Italian face there was beauty
A lot of humour and substance that I don´t thought posible*

But after having pass some time with him speaking about everything
I told him I should go because it´s the last train I could take
He held my hand and say “please give me your address”
And I “but I live in the south, you will just throw it away”
“No, no lady if you don´t wanna see me again I respect it
Otherwise don´t think I throw what I ask for”
Then asking the waiter for a pen and writting on a napkin
I gave it to him I thought it was sort of sealing the fantasy
Said goodnight and got on the train, watching him through the window

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I was sleeping when I felt Tino´s kisses all over my face
He´s my little sweetheart, it´s a Great Dane three years old
I stood up, putted my clothes on, brash my hair and my teeth and went out with him for a walk
We were both at home drinking some milk and listening to Bob Dylan
Then I´ve heared the door´s bell that I hate so, as I hate the telephone
But I looked through the spyhole asking Tino for silence
I couldn´t trust my eyes cause there was the pretty Italian face

Tino was waiting for me to open the door up but I said to him
“Could you leave us for a moment and if I call you come back, please?”
Tino disappeared into my room and I open up the door and say HI!
And he got a bottle of the wine we had spoke about in his hand
“Hi, finally I went fast to the rubbish dump to recover the napkin with your handwritting”
Made me smile and I said “come on, come in, lie your bags on the floor”

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I asked him what does him brings to here –“Who wanna hear it from my lips, right?”
I changed one´s theme saying “You have to be very tired from the trip… do you wanna take a bath?
-“Well… thank you” he replied –“You´re welcome, the towels are in the closet of the bathroom”
I went to the kitchen to cook coffee and mate, I asked him what he would prefer and he decided mate
When I get back to the living room I found him with the towel around his waist
-“I don´t find my bags” –“Ahhh I took them to the room”
I drove him to the room and said –“You can dress here” and closed the door
Through the door I´ve said –“I go to bath… I make it fast!”
Meanwhile I was bathing I could hear Tino barking
When I arrived to the living room I saw him pale and took Tino away
-“Don´t worry about him… he´s harmless except I´m in danger, he´ll not touch you unless I tell him so”
With certain relief he said “Thanks god!”
When we were talking on the sofá with our tongues already green
I think he wanted to kissed me and immediately I invitated him to go out with Tino

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While we were walking and Tino beside us
He asked more about me, what I like and feel
I said I like trust and I hate to feel distrust
He grabbed my hand, sweeter than in the capital
He made me see into his eyes and said – “These eyes never want to see you crying”
Touching my back, under the shirt, he brought me closer to him
And the rest is up for your imagination