The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

Which generous offer, and a similar nobleness as this you seem capable of, which equally majestic courage as the one you're demonstrating could make anyone think of you as a less than wonderful one, not only at my eyes, but at the eyes of everyone else? Jill, you amazing one, I have got an infinite respect for the person that you are, while further beyond I think my heart would go about it, but I do not want to reflect to us on now, you're right, Time is there to operate all our choices anyway, then at least let's make its running being pleasant for us:"Okay, then...Okay Jill, let's give us this trial, and see how it goes. I just wanna say this to you... I wanna..thank you so much, so much..."
Don't you think cuddling is such a fine way to trick waits up? Time.. I am losing the sense of it, Like a body missing progressively its matter, becoming a pure spiritual entity, chasin away from me the typical human crazes to touch, or just to momentarily grab the true enjoyment, the givin oneself out, the takin another one within us, that dissolvence we choose to pour ourselves within a partner, finding into us something which is his own property as well.
This is an Ocean of lukewarm, sweet, receiving atmospheres; they are all within Jill's embrace, and it is therefore satisfying, sensous, but with a little bit of fear in it as well as we do not want to force the situation too rushy: everything so slow and affective, just like all our cells reciprocal knowledge must depend on this hug we're sharing.
Erotic fury's not yet here, luckely. And settled and closin me in, his hands are now what I am observing with love: his long, refined fingers, just like pianist's ones have to be, looked after, and so sheding out warmth. How I'd like to tell him that mines are always iced and cold, but I canot avoid to taise, I am mouth-shut even if I would have so much to say to him, I am silent due to all this wide, mighty emotion inside which stops any attempt to translation I am trying to make... My brain is in stand-by, since heart's ruling and it asks to search for emotions up, nor any words to translate.
We're finally standin up again, and facin one another, we're remaining impressed of one another's image within. We're gonna recall them when we are in need of good vibes, when days will come grey and dusty. Then we will be glad we loved one another once.
We walk hand in hand like two pupils, a spontaneous and instinctive will to remain connected, and as we step into the Sheffield Aren, a void space charged and loaded with expectations, we're not yet aware in full of the reasons behind our pace in moving down there.
For some more hours there won't be gigs to distract our sights from one another's, no other things mattering more than our hands interlaced between and wet and passionate, the only receptacle and the only temple of our love exposition so far: and if I would offer myself freely to Jill, NOW, yes he would definitely notice that.

Later on, loud marchin of fastly running steps captures our ears, and we promptly turn heads behind us, to see boys and girls entering like we were to catch the best places under the stage. We're actually so privileged, we must be less than 30 at the moment, and all look so natural and cool. Beside a very few exceptions, lookin stoned, I'd say these people are absolutely regular, shining.. happy?
All decide to stay a bit on the right side compared to the middle, and not occupying in full the line of the first row."This way we're between them two!" that's the most shouted sentence, as everyone takes his place and sits down, a bit of relief, before we will all stay hours standing and jumping. But our peace doesn't last too long, and we cut the conversation with two nice couples from Sheffield as the gates open and a wave of bodies reaches us, with the impact of a gigantic sea tongue crashin on a sand castle. It's not easy for us to mantain our position, but we are ready to battle for it, and pressure or not pressure, we will make it in the end.
I am beginning to breathe the vibe here,this excitement growin fastly,inrational... like in empathy with all the rest of the crowd I feel so involved and I am lookin for the epiphany, for the alchemy revealed onstage, which is gonna dominate us in just a couple of hours.
We start to talk again, and some say that Verve won't be there actually.Ocean Colour Scene and Pulp are gonna play instead. I think Pulp's leader, Javis Cocker, might be one of the worst lookin frontaman currently available, but his histrionic charme, his versatility, that's pure genius to me. I would have believed that Oasis displease those qualities?
"Contrariwise Meli.. Noel can't stand Suede, but he's totally in love with Pulp instead!"
Coming from Jill's declarations, supported and underlined by everyone here, Noel is the band kaiser.All they do and make has his permission and what he dislikes, that cannot come to be a real project for Oasis.Then, following disciples's opinions around, He is gifted with infallibility and to be right, always, it's his natural state of mind.
"Sorry then, but why Liam's makin fuss all the time then?" I think I came to formulate a good question...
"Liam's crazy butt! you aint' previwin what he'd do, nor his actions..."
"But you can bet that's gonna be a total mess!"Hearing all this, girls start to put their opinions on the dish as well:" He's a fanny magnet. Without him, you must admit, Oasis would never remain what we love them for!"