...I wrote a love letter, I destroyed it. * I thought of you and I torn out my soul. * Then, I lull myself with invisible images of your virtual body. As I touch your skin, I become vicious - full of sensations. * High on a nocturnal solitude, Like a visual lover, I fall for the nostalgia of your voice, of your smile. * And I listen to this fragmented series of colorful beats; Beats of my pain and beats of your pleasures, My lady of silence, Substance of anonymous figure.