The Same Inside

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.