2 1st problems, 1 2nd time.

There was a city called Paris.
There was a woman whose name does not matter.
There was a man with another last cigarette in his mouth.

There were two problems that seemed impossible to solve... but at last were solved in a very unusual way (typical of this man).

What happens with magic is that everyone tries to give a rational explanation to it. But even if you don't believe in magic, it happens.
Like all the time.

It was just one second in time, but it lasted enough. When fears are faced with blind faith, they just vanish and give way to success... most of the times.

And that's all that matters.



Oh, I almost forgot, there was also a great song (as always).

And what the old hi-fi was singing was:

Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I'm on fire

Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I'm on fire

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby
edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
through the middle of my soul

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
and a freight train running through the
middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I'm on fire