I can not stop time and yet, unintended, I remember You for you're not what you hide in aphotic side unseen, but what you've become through your own free will, throwing light to my invisible shape, sensible and mystic in your style invoked, in your air inhaled, in your water, sunk, in your visions, zoomed, you not to be dropped in bad magic spells or to be hijacked by my deep-blue mind, deeper than the ocean darker than the night...

If the questions are the keys to all valid curiosities, and one of the keys to a question is a pure joy that imply sex and candy as a properly shaped answer, which incites a secret door of the psyche, to unlock the soul of the fairy tales, drafted at a golden hour, for you to feel me as if I am with you… right there… even if I am… right here… cocooned in a deep panic, sipping some booze, subtly, while I am surrounded by the music that I've chosen to listen to right now… (picturing you…), I'll always remember us this way, as an extension of a thought, (mine… yours… ours…). And that's not even complicated. On the contrary. It's the perfect cover for lots of waves of laughter we brought lavishly to each other many times. So, shake it, baby... (as if you shake me in your arms).