Let's

Let's go win 45 minutes on listening to the album,

let's run the distance of three blocks from the

bus stop to our house, but let's run,

run desperate, with agitated breathing and burning muscles.

Let's eat ice cream in winter, that it's cold and sweet

Let's swear it’s delicious.

Let's dance on the old and marked floor, with the fear of falling,

with awkward hip movements and loose arms,

and just for us.

Let's count the stars and forget that number

for each kiss we give.

Let's be infinite.

T.A.