You passed me on the street and you gave me a jacket because you knew I was going to the sea because I left my bag there. And it was going to be cold. You know well the West. I didn't see you with a bike, I guess I only imagined it to be one high, like those of motocross, red black and white. But you were carrying a motorbike helmet on your hand. I remember I thought I hadn't known that you had a bike and that maybe someone just lent you.
Yes, I'm not saying you are no gentleman, but I know that you gave me the jacket because you cared about me, at least in the dream.
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