Walking to your place for a love festI saw at a street corneran old beggar women.
I took her hand,kissed her delicate cheek,we talked, she wasthe same inside as I am,from the same kind,
I sensed this instantlyas a dog knows by scentanother dog.
I gave her money,
I could not part from her.
After all, one needssomeone who is close.
And then I no longer knewwhy I was walking to your place.
