… outmoded are those that wanted you and me not to get together; outraged , the time wanted to be in trend too and paralyzed the seconds, both of us to roam like two crazy between each other's thoughts; but the moon intervened and with gold threads it glazed our souls; the sea, dancing in circles through you and me, it dressed us with her breeze in a mating ritual of senses , to dispel away everything we felt as a homework of culpability; even if we've got puzzled …, nothing and nobody could stop us ..., tenacious , we still dare, we still dream ..., you're wanting me... I'm wanting you..., filled with a whole lotta love ...