(about 1997)
Sorry, I can't date you!
Because I'm already in love.
A man who has been my friend
for a very long time.
Yes, he will talk to me--
about everything.
The truth? Yes.
Nothing else.
Very honest.
With friends that are true.
But I'm his best friend, too.
It doesn't matter his name,
but he will never disgrace it.
Or his job,
but he will love it
and work hard.
Oh yes, he's fun . . .
sometimes I forget
he's a man;
there is still so much
kid inside.
He will be a good dad.
And that interests you?
All of these things
matter to you?
Hmmm.
You ask me when I met him,
and how?
I'd say when we were talking,
just now.
