I felt so tender
    towards that man
     as if I were his sister,
      almost like a sister,
as if I could caress him on the head.

First of all,
 he was a good-looker
  (and I like beautiful people),
    but he was more than that,
      much more.

There was something
 very deep and genuine
  about him...

We worked together -
   on films.

I translated films 
  and sounded 
   them for him.

And he would always pick me up
  in his car,
   always give me a lift,
     always get me my coat,
      always stand me
       meals and drinks.

He was a real man,
 a genteman.

And I was never bored with him,
 although we worked for hours on end.

I worked for cheap -
  just because I liked him.

In fact,
 I should've paid him -
  for company.

I should've...
  An ever lonely woman...





Nov. 11, 2001