I say you already, my love, I will never seduce you with a box of chocolate or a black rose on your black pillow of silk. I'm not such an romantic, no, I'm a Romantic who will offer you life, as a work art, from a small, small box of Jade ...

I'm a rebell, a soldier against the sense's ice-cold logic. Can I then be somthing els than a Romantic, when I was born with the will to have the honey of enigma on my lips? No, I can't be somthing els, 'cos I vomit of the metallic taste that the enlightenment leave after him in my open mouth, I despise the mechanical universe of yours!

---This text is (c) Adryan Linden. No copy if you don't have a written permission.