“There are two men on a pier, Standing side by side, two blurry ghosts amidst the sky’s riotous Dusk. There are two men on a pier, Standing in silence, standing murmuring words They never said before, As if they were thieves finally admitting their crimes before a jury. There are two men on a pier, Saying hellos, saying goodbyes [hiding I love yous in between]. There are two men on a pier, Standing under the heavy rain now, Not daring to move [Somebody called this “the syndrome of inseparability”, The paralysis two people suffered, when their love had been interrupted centuries before And somehow managed to meet again, Across space, across time]. There are two men on a pier And now, the man on the right is giving his Heart to the man on the left. The man on the left takes it in his hands and sets it on fire, then Throws it out to the sea. Is this our final goodbye? Yes. The blue rain from the sky matches the tears of the man on the right. The one on the left speaks again. Can’t you see your heart has become my sun, can’t you see it will be the Chinese lantern I will follow every day of my life?”

— “Michelangelo or The Universals of Love”, The CynicaI Idealist.