Hey girl, I remember both of us one of those crazy mornings-or was it afternoon already- where once again we had long defeated the capacity of our men’s survival of the night and we had just stopped dancing and singing and we were just talking and talking and then you asked me how was I able to love in parallel and who’s baby would I have if pregnant and of course answers where vague and confusing and now as if that moment was a spell and conceived some forces of destiny I guess you know girl, a little more about the sweet and sour of that blurry thing some of us and just sometimes call love, that fucking love.