They saw you drinking from a fountain and that fountain wasn't me
they saw you naked in the morning, you naughty girl.
Whereas you didn't take your clothes off [when you were] with me, not even at night,
and it was one punch after another, my God, the punches.
They saw you lifting your skirt
your skirt up to your [pubic] hair. It's so dark!
Then you told me "You, poor wretch,
you can send your sex down the drain".
You left with your friend,
that tall woman, that hottie.
Both out, doing something important,
useful, great. I am always at home,
I seldom go out, I just think [and sit around] in my underwear.
I think about disappointments, great endeavours, about a Thai woman
but the [truly] exceptional endeavour, trust me, is to be normal.
Therefore I went out after a week - that's normal -
it wasn't that cold
and I met a whore - that's normal.
Leaving aside her dress, her hair, her fur coat and her [knee length] boots,
she even had some serious issues and good arguments.
I don't know if you have ever met an optimistic, left wing whore.
We didn't do anything,
but I ended up alone, alone like a moron.
Walking around a little longer, I met a man who'd lost his way.
I told him that in downtown Bologna
not even a kid can get lost.
He looks at me, slightly shocked,
and tells me "I'm from Berlin"
Berlin, I have been there, with Bonetti,
it was a bit sad and very large.
But I've had enough,
I'll go home and sit around in my underwear again.
Before climbing the stairs I stopped to look at a star
I am very worried,
the silence was engorging my glans.
I run up the stairs, three at a time,
I lied down on the couch,
I closed my eyes a little,
and my hand started to move gently.