O fim de um poema escrito em Junho de 2001... [...] My body silently whispered for your fairness Inches and bits no longer under control Inviting you in an arithmetic cocktail With the sweetened scents in the air Showing you the way Leaking, you awaken the last sense of lady "Who" Sending me into an ecstatic conversation with his highness Dr. "Shoe" Unable to hold on We engage in a spectacular performance Where moaning gasps sound like lyrical compositions, And the banging around the drums of our song. Now at the end, I dare you to play it all night long.