On this night I will not ask anything. Silence will speak to us while the wind will play soft autumnal summer song, and we feel in black and white, between the moon and earth obscure tired. My body, remodeled, it will curl over yours, building their nest architecture of your meat. We drunk drenched in lime scent, trying to decipher the mysteries of amorous passions zodiac. Past and future are intertwined in our night alchemy of love, as a transparent canvas over steel crinoline currently endowed with name and form a cocoon. Storm clouds will gather in front of, kidnapping inanimate light that break the spell secret nights. We will dissolve the wailing of a bow, we draw the infinity sign to the ultimate flight, the night I will not ask anything, leaving silences speak to us...