ATMOSPHERE

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You talked about your last boyfriend and your work.
I talked about the Winter.

You said he was no man for you.
I said this rain clears my mind.

You said «and the sex was not what it used to be.»
I said «that man over there looks like Umberto Eco.»

You said I never listen to other people.
And perhaps you’re right, my dear.

I just love the atmosphere.