Pois é... Por vezes descem á terra anjos...ser alados...que nos desejam tanto, que na ânsia de ser objecto, definem a palavra génio. O seu nome é Antony e os seus companheiros de viagem são os the johnsons. Oram sintam....
"I was lying in my bed last night staring At a ceiling full of stars When it suddenly hit me
I just have to let you know how I feel We live together in a photograph of time I look into your eyes And the seas open up to me
I tell you I love you And I always will And I know that you can't tell me So I'm left to pick up The hints, the little symbols of your devotion I feel your fists And I know it's out of love And I feel the whip And I know it's out of love I feel your burning eyes burning holes Straight through my heart It's out of love I accept and I collect upon my body The memories of your devotion "

PS. Nesta cidade branca, descerão as suas asas, numa noite quente do ultimo dia de Maio, em qual magna aula...Não percam....Eu serei testemunha