You know it won't be easy... it's never easy...

... Like the strongest storm, it comes brewing up inside of me. The song begins and I'm there, in the middle of the floor, ready to execute all those off-balance steps, all those stretched arms and arched back, like a Dyonisiac virgin in iniciatic pleasure.
... The guitar... it's my body calling. The bass makes the cloud, the rain, the dark night happen. I just need to let go and dance... the rain falls mercilessly against the windows and inside this room, I dance... and I feel you... you come inside, drenched from your night drive... you stand there at the threshold, watching, a dripping face, a trembling body, and yearning eyes...
... There's no feeling like this - to feel you without having seen you yet, to know your presence because my spine tingles... when will all this happen?
... Who are you?? You who live in my mind and most intimate desire, so much so that you've become not only my lover, but my best friend as well. You're the same man I approach by the moonlit baywindow, as the light changes and the storm approaches...
... I now feel the lightning and thunder. The ever-present rain. I approach your half naked body, I'm wearing nothing but your white shirt, lit from behind by the warm fire... come, let me run my fingers on your skin lightly, wake you in a shiver from your meditation, come dance with me...
... And so you, and I, and we begin again.

... I have yet to know who you are, lover... I have yet to learn your geography, to swim in your eyes, to taste your kiss and skin, to know how it feels when you hold me and spread the flame upon both our bodies. I have yet to know the touch of life and death through you...

... Come then, lover, out of the mists of moon and time, out of the blinding angle of sunlight, that I may see you... I wish but to recognise you and be in your presence, for I know the day and night and twilight of future memories will come and make me flow out of myself, as soon as I merge into you, soul into soul, in one outbreath of Love.

... Come, that I may see you. I shall dance then, to that ever hypnotising guitar...