Pleasure Seekers, Treasure Finders

Hollywood is too fake, too small, too cheap. We are real, big, aces! We are one, yet not the same, we roll, baby, armed and dangerous! None of us is losing this cosmic connection race. We roll, baby!

We roll, baby, for our next hit job! So badass! Because we are peaking ….

Because we need the money ….

We are the Fast, and we are the Furious.

Ford is my best muscle car. I ride it like a rocket man, it takes me to space, it makes me realize unknown dimensions. Back to the moon howling at the stars we are, so loon!

Ford is my best muscle car. I ride it hot, I ride it cold, either way, it makes me crash-land in paradise. Fine, Baby!

The exact model is Ford Mercury Capri 1983, Fine, Baby!

You´ve got the coolest Turbo charger and everything.

The Mercury rises, the skies steam, and the nights swelter.

You are my love, you are my Caprice … what is not but caprice?

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
Hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
Hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

You didn´t write this, I did! You hadn´t sung this song before I met you, I had!

She had just returned to the hotel from watching a street celebration in which tens of joyous residents dressed in masks and costumes of weird and grotesque design enjoyed themselves. Street dancing had reached a wild pitch of excitement and was still going on. It was colorful, startling and a little frightening for a lonely stranger like herself. This was not Halloween, and that was why it was so creepy. She was jealous. She knew she was not enjoying herself too much, not yet, not enough, without him. Because she loved him. Because she was irreversibly attracted to him. She wanted him.

Throwing her heavy head back, she started to laugh ringingly at the ceiling. Her lithe and beautiful body shook. The sounds of laughter became like sobs, yet it was laughter, and sobs, mocking, unnatural and terrible. She cried like a little girl, so guilty, guilty of love. He was old, he was just a little boy, playing with slot cars and model trains, so innocent, so alone, chased by wishes and dreams never come true, by belief. And yet he made her smile, laugh, love, want him, need him. Fine, Baby!

She grabbed for another drink. First she believed she couldn't be drunk again, only a few drinks, then she seemed to realize she was drunk. Yes, she was drunk again, and so easily. And it was not one of those weak moments, way too many, this was the strongest feeling she had ever had for a man, she was a woman. And the wave of eternity was sweeping them so together and yet apart away, so close and yet so far, so impossible like walking on water, having him deep inside of her.

But it was not alcohol, it was the whole cosmos of love devouring her. She couldn´t stay sober, she had tried hard. He was too much. He was too much. He was too much. Fine, baby! She had condemned him before he could plead not guilty of any crime but love. But she had forgiven him like he would forgive her a zillion times. He accepted his fate of love, seeking it, finding it, under the most bizarre, the most extreme, the most difficult and painful circumstances, for both. He had never feared a man or a woman, but he had always feared God. He had always just run away from what he had not loved, making himself available to the stars, gazing at them until one, just one, the most beautiful captured his fragile soul. He could be the beast to her deserted beauty, he made her feel that way. He had made her crazy before he even knew. Ultimately, they were both pleasure seekers, they were both treasure finders.

She zigzagged across the room to the dressing table. Her face in the glass was wondering and serious. There was a naked, mature woman looking very young, very beautiful in the dark clothes. Her sunglasses made her even more attractive. She was like him, catching bullets and bleeding for each other, her Neo, his Trinity. The cruel world playing all kinds of tricks was the callous Matrix.

Holding on to the dressing table, she kicked off her shoes carelessly, chuckling. Now she loosed her strained hands to know if things were under her control. They were. And they were not. But they were, but they were not. Fine, Baby! Finally, endlessly intrigued, she managed to convince herself she took control letting herself go, hanging it all out. Because he was too much, because he was so much more than enough. He was everything, and more, and not the slightest bit less.

And yet so beyond her reach, her radius, though she had him. Only he was sure. Peaking his cloudy skies he painted in beautifully dark hues as art, she was drenched, inspired, ecstatic, thrilled, elated, enraptured, delighted, electrified, galvanized, and beyond, and all for him, the writer of her book, the one who had got away, the one she had never expected to return, the one she had actually never met, yet.

Slipping her elegant dress for him like a love-you-I-surrender flag to the carpet, she looked hard into the mirror. The hands were shaking. Reaching back to unhook her bra, she swayed and almost fell down. Her hand wrenched at a shoulder strap, snapped it. She pulled the bra off. The perfect breasts sagged, so Sagittarius, not denied, not defied. And he loved it, that way. He loved her pleasing his sight. She got out of her pants, too. Then again a bubble of mad laughter began to rise from deep inside her. One more bubble burst. And another. One after the other.

Talking about the excitements of her new life, of her new love, perhaps the only one she had also only sought and never found, just like him. She was so excited at the prospect of having him, at least for a while, just for a while. Please? She tried to breathe, while he tried harder, crushing her hands over her nude breasts. A look of terror came into her starry eyes while the irrepressible laughter welled up and took possession of her.

She was out of mind, having no idea of what she was doing. She was drunk, she was love-drunk. She was in love, madly in love with him, not a stranger. He was just older, and darker, so distant, but so close. Her room was empty, and yet replete with him, her shoreless paintings of him, her countless interpretations of his timeless writings for her, his poems for her, his songs for her, all of her, the catchiest hooks that moved her on the drowning waves. Because she had known him too well, he was too much, he was just too much. And still she thought she was not enough, that she could not keep up. She knew she could not keep up, even if he´d reassured her he could hardly keep up. And he knew she couldn´t, and he knew she wouldn´t no matter she was in her prime. That didn´t matter at all. That was trivial, however urgent.

Her world came spinning round and round. Love was a blindness, a blindness that was racing, like the Fast and the Furious, Ground Zero. And yes, this lovely couple was blind, blind to everything, trying to avoid collision like the blind before somebody knocked on the door. Her door was open, she'd hardly bothered to slam it shut when alone, in her zenith of love, unrequited love, tragically abandoned, so unfair, stressed-out, angry, horny, she'd forgotten things.

It was him, he entered, he entered her.

Hollywood is too fake, too small, too cheap. We are real, big, aces! We are one, yet not the same, we roll, baby, armed and dangerous! None of us is losing this cosmic connection race. We roll, baby, for our next hit job!

Because we are peaking ….

Because we need the money ….

We are the Fast, and we are the Furious. So badass!

Ford is my best muscle car. I ride it like a rocket man, it takes me to space, it makes me realize unknown dimensions. Back to the moon howling at the stars we are, so loon!

Ford is my best muscle car. I ride it hot, I ride it cold, either way, it makes me crash-land in paradise. Fine, Baby!

The exact model is Ford Mercury Capri 1983, Fine, Baby!

You´ve got the coolest Turbo charger and everything.

The Mercury rises, the skies steam, and the nights swelter.

You are my love, you are my Caprice … what is not but caprice?

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
Hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
Hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

You didn´t write this, I did! You hadn´t sung this song before I met you, I had!

"It doesn't matter whether you win by an inch or a mile. Winning is winning”. Celebrate your successes and remind yourself of them every so often.

The Fast & Furious movies are beloved for their unique blend of heartwarming character dynamics and over-the-top action sequences. The characters are driven by a real sense of family, rather than simply by a shared interest in muscle cars and driving.

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