A violin, a woman. One sip, one dose. Someone who didn't want to. So close. This someone whom I missed, was my light. Blind I became alone. Now solitude is my fight. She is violin. I am an orquestra without solo. From the kiss I used to drink not even an echo. She was my dose that I have not anymore. The drink, greatest trance that I still adore. The nice joy who you were to me has gone. I’m suffering without you. I'm so alone. I masturbate memories from a violin, a girl. A drink, a dose, a complete collar of pearls.