Soe time ago, at a bar
I met a nice man, of some years.
An executive,
president of an adverttising firma.
He wore a tweed suit
and smelled of cologne by Givenchy.
Without any reason,
he went up to my table and spoke to me thus:
"Say, baby, don't you find me attractive?
Come and have a snack, baby. My treat"
Rufino, he takes me to play at the casino
Rufino, he treats me to a meal of lobsters.
I like watching him dance
with his penguin-like demeanor.
Rufino is libertine, divine * and superficial.
Last night I found him
sitting on a coffee house´s terrace,
dressed up all modern,
his years pressed under his corset.
Sipping a daikiri,
smelling of his eternal Givenchy,
absorbed in reading
on the outside- "La Luna". Hidden inside, "ABC" **.
"Say, baby, don't you find me attractive?
Come and have a snack, baby. My treat"
Rufino, he takes me to play at the casino
Rufino, he treats me to a meal of lobsters.
I like watching him dance
with his penguin-like demeanor.
Rufino is libertine, divine and superficial.