A blind sharp light turned my eyes concious of a threat of love beyond the black sea. My senseless nose could break over the aroma of yours. The pretty dark cave around me showed me a dance of colors popping out from the very music. My hands maneuvering an old guitar were scared to lack a single note at the same time that my deepest frears encouraged them to strike back onto the pleasured suicidal riot filling up my heart, while i was making all those sounds. I felt sun's jealousy. Moon told me he was mad because he would never be as warm as you. So finally he joined me in my effort to settle down and cure this illness. But was quite more than effort. I was a happy blind singing proud about it's love then... Back into the sense of sight, the real one.