Was it spontaneity? or just causes from a overdosis of South African wine? was is Luisa and her Southamerican accent? or perhaps the need to get away from the city I now call home.
So we left, with the moon as out only light.
I would hear whispers telling me they'd like me to know that I might have found myself a right that could never go wrong... and there we went.
Flying to the Isles, playing poker with a magician as he whispered facts and memories and tricks between hearts, dimonds and spades.
And there we were, living the life of the rich and famous with a poor british accent, 2 pounds in our hands and no cards under our sleeves.