A poem to Grazia Ferraro because she's Bela

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A poem to Grazia Ferraro

We're in your heart...

You asked me this:

- Hey Man, where do we start?

I didn't knew what to say to you, so I drank orange juice and tried to think of a dream with cream... 

 Your lovely dress had lots of colours and flowers.... 

 I was only wearing a t-shirt in where could be read "bela lugosi's dead". 

 You were laying in a sofa and not a bed... 

 You whispered this to my left ear:

- Hey Man, I've cooked you something that you love with spice.

 I instantly asked you this:

- Do our drinks have ice? 

You quickly observed my eyes and told me that my interrogation was because of some pagan nation... 

You told me this:

- I'm latina..

- I''ll murder you with a kiss... 

It was real odd when without my sunglasses I was trying to learn new classes... 

Your body was a smile... 

Your soul was bold... 

Your heart was on fire... 

You told me that I should always bring something inside a ring... 

You're a belladonna... 

You were me and you together synched with songs that were love inside a dove... 

You told me this:

- Hey Man, in and out...

- No shout...

- Let's go out...

I was gazing at your golden hair and suddenly it seemed that I was gathering a bit of fresh air... 

Your body was moving... 

Your mirror was framed without shame... 

My body was near you when we were watching football for true... 

You asked me for a picture... 

You asked me to be you and me for free... 

You asked me to come with you near the sea...

 I was telling you this inside a kiss:

- I'm latin and I love black satin...

- Try to be me while I picture thee...

- I'll be you while creating for us something new... 

We ran... 

We were ourselves inside a bang... 

You told me this:

- The past passed by so fast..

- Hey Man, will you be my present and future in our fun house?

- I promise that I will wear your favorite blouse... 

I looked at your lips, grabbed your hips and suddenly we were inside a dance in some sort of romance.