Padova- my friend clinton

So i got into Padova,
i was first planning to go away again that morning
but after i met a girl in the bus,
i went to the city center and the park there,
for the girl said it was good

When i got there,i heard great dancing music coming from the grass,
so i dropped my backpack

and danced my way to the music,
I found out that there were People from Sri lanka celebrating Labor's day

And i danced with them,
over time, they accepted me more, and i even got playing smiles from the woman sitting there
for they did not danced, only the man

Both gave me compliments about my dancing and could not believe that i had this just in me, i did not trained to dance like this,

because, they said
it was exactly like their dance
i was a master and several man wanted to dance with me,

Over time a smal American man crept up to the spectacle and asked me what i was doing
So i asked him if he wanted a poem

It became a poem about sex and i described the feeling so good that they did not believe that i never had sex,

I got an invitation from him to stay at his place,
And so became the adventure of finding a friend between the rubbles of the worlds

I stayed for three days in his house, which he rented
for he was from San diego

but was here for two months to work on his book about the two family's that helped him become the man he was today

And what a great man it was,
for we went to restaurants every day three times, bought me a jacket, and a trainticket to Insbruck

Maybe some of his generosity got to do with the fact that i saved his life

nobody knows

But we both believed in destiny and it was destiny that we have met

It went like this,
The first night i was in a bathrobe when somebody rang the bell,
Clinton answered and it was a drunk bastard he knew,
he thought he was cute but now he started to push himself in and i came in action when Clinton hit the door really hard.

I was first mesmerized, i could not do anything
because , even though i have a lot of strenght i hate to use it to put somebody down,

But it had to be done, so i embraced the drunken Basterd, lifted him up from the ground and dragged him back out.

He pulled my hair, really hard, grabbed the string of my camera bag, and tried to damage my glasses
But i withstood everything, because i have eight brothers.
It was scary, how easy it was to pull him.
It was harder for Clinton to push the door back,
but together we had done it and started shaking all across our body's

That encounter was the start of our friendship