Alien-lips touch the wells of Almighty pleasures on the first night! Inside, you can still feel a heartbeat-pounding heartbeat if you took greedy sips from the wild drink of immortal instincts! As if something forgivable, ancient sin would draw them into the self-giving Nirvana desert of the Universe! And it is not possible to feel and say enough, realizing that the other half of their souls are pounding beside us with a bud-opener and every kiss is a donor-redeemer grace! What a seductive sound can sound like a symphony of silence in our ears listening alone, so that we can re-fly from the flames of emotions to the beating hearts as Phoenician birds re-creating themselves!
 
We would only dare to drink from it even more boldly: to offer anything with open-minded eyes from the open book-soul, to sincerely slow down the broken, tiny details of moments before the magic of the superstitious ghost finally fades away! "We walk up and down in an extraordinary holy rampage in the wedding ports of blood molecules!" Every glance dropped must be an exact mirror, otherwise it makes no sense! From the noise of distant seasons, we are all coming back unpolished; our single head soon hurts into the steady grabbing of targets that started to rust!
 
The difference between the straightforward pitfalls of distance can hardly be appreciated by anyone; Start-up places are getting harder and harder in infinite space - in the paradise of plans, even a stuck insect is harder to thrive! The imaginary Dreams are stuck in the pathetic, naked snail shapes of my chubby body! They need to compete more and more and it is more and more difficult for me to stay a Human!