Yes! We got up, we rose, to the summits of Kilimanjaro and Everest. And for there we are eternally to adore the surpluses of the world of the love.
And that later we navigate in sea air horses, skimmed by sailings, and let us fly under the oceans, and no more we return. Let us navigate! Let us navigate! It levitates me in your intimate. No longer there is far away, everything is so distant, dived, so out of our souls, so heartless.
And that later, when somebody arises, that finds us frozen, hugged, still in ecstasy… dear. And that all follow the footprints of the shrine of our love.
And we be famous because we were the only pair that remained of the speculation loving, dreadful.
Then a gigantic wave of darkness came and the Earth darkened, of the radars it disappeared. She never again moved.
Drifted spatial (!)