Back with two little bottles.
You have sat on the floor with your back leaned to the sofa, while I was still sat on there, and we looked at us, from the top to under.
You have gave me the beer so gently, that I believed the magic wasn’t over
And in a sense it was, as soon, just began.
While i was drinking, I was thinking to say you the truth about my poems: but how?
In meanwhile, we have still contemplated the stones that were still on my legs.
I had fear move myself: you have noticed my hesitation, and kindly you taken them from my legs, and you laid them on the little table in front.
I’ve noticed, you hadn’t mix them with the others.
It seemed you wanted kept them apart, as if they meant something important.
My heart and my head were going to crazy, while i was looking at you.
Those little gestures, gave me the courage to speak.