24, A SUNDAY IN FEBRUARY. MY GOD, I WANT TO SEE,    IF WE ARE ON THE HILLSIDE. ONNE EYES-SHUT-KISS   COULD RELEASE OUR TENSION. I THOUGHT I NEVER   DARE TO KISS AGAIN. “I´M FINE” I COULD CONFESS,   I SAY IT. ONCE. TWICE. AGAIN. BUT YOU´RE KILLING ME.   LOOKS KILL CUZ YOU´RE SO BEAUTIFUL. A CHANCE,   A BREATH, HOW CAN I DARE? IT WAS NOT FOR YOU   AND ME, CHANCE A, CHANCE U.S.A. (YOU SAVE ALL OF    ME). ONE ELO-SONG HERE WE ARE AGAIN. “LET´S BEGIN   WHERE WE STARTED” YOU SAY. POSTHEARTED, SHAPED.   I SAY “I´D LIKE TO KISS YOU” OR AT LEAST I WOULD    HAVE LIKED TO SAY OR MAYBE YOU ALREADY KNEW.   TWO SKINS, TWO LIPS GET THIN, WHILE I COULDN´T    BE WEAKER. LOOKS KILL, CUZ YOU´RE SO BEAUTIFUL.   HOW CAN I DARE? LET´S GET IT ON… ( IT AFFECTS   YOU LIKE IT JUST WOULD AFFECT ME AND JUST   BECAUSE I SAID SO. IT DOESN´T MEAN I REALLY DON´T   CARE. IF YOU WOULD COME TO ME AND ASKE ME   HOW TO GO ON, I WOULD BE THE LAST ONE TO SEND   YOU AWAY. I´D RATHER SAY: “LET´S GET IT ON”)