It rains and makes me desire to write a songs as they come, to film you while you sleep and while you walk, while you wake up and smile, while you put on all those necklaces and try on ten thousand earrings making faces and strange excpressions at me while I’m looking at you and I’m almost losing my breath while your skin disappear and you fill your fingers with colored rings as if it were already Christmas… It would take Vasco’s words, his music and his slap face to fill up our house while you make up with a single Black line. You say bye bye pulling up the necklaces laughing like crazy. Three minutes and you slip away. I still have the streaks of red and yellow light reflected on the drops of the window, the blue and purple streaks of your hands, the clouds of smoke and a hundred whatsapp until tonight…