I dream of a slow dinner, with slowly burning candles, in front of a slowly crackling fire, under the slowly roaring rain. And slowly though, I find, the tracks are still hot recalling a slowly creeping memory... so slowly killed once. I dream of a slow love, for slowly touching fingers, and a slowly penetrating gaze of a man who slowly loves me. This slow distant enchantment on slowly forgetting lips, and merging slowly in flight, without the need for sun and rain. And a slowly whimpering guitar, carrying the darkness far away slowly, with the secret steps of our unfulfilled slow dreams. I dream so well, and slightly forget, so slowly that slowly my soul waits in front of the slammed door!
