05.12.2011

So give me a chance to find the perfect song to describe your portrait, and I don't have to search for a long time: The nine minute album version of Kanye West's Runaway is the right choice. It's obvious, isn't it?
I don't care how you managed the light; I think it should be a secret, because you're a secret now, too. You are like the original Sphinx made of flesh and bones and so much SOUL that it nearly hurts to look at your beauty, and while the instrumental part starts now after just six minutes in the song I wonder: What did you do to me that I can't leave?
It's all in your eyes, isn't it? Or is it the magic of the twin suns reflecting from your eyes, shining so bright in the deep black of our nights? Maybe it's about your lips telling me about the secrets of your sweet kisses you'll share with the only one who can stand up to you? I can't escape all these questions now, so many riddles...
And I wonder.