Om. Hmm. Pauliina Kuukka Helsinki, Finland Music for Music Lovers and Lovers. I'm gonna tell you a story. A lovestory. A fairytale. Cause anything was possible for a dude who's nickname is Romeo in a real life and a chick who's nickname got to be Juliet in a fairytale that they both believe in fairytales. And lovestories. They so know true love exists. They had met all of a sudden in the midst of the days they had lost count of. There was not such thing as time, they were able to move back and forth in it and talk... endlessly. Forever and ever. Words took sensual sexy shapes around them making it all so freaking beautiful and filled with full freedom of speech and shameless expression. Juliet had dreamed of a beach, of a beach far away that knew how to express shameless beauty. She didn't have an idea she was to have a huge beach you could call an endless desert by the sweetest of seas. Juliet was a poet and so was Romeo. They were so freaking beautiful indeed in many fields, they scored best among others, Romeo in mathematics among others and Juliet as a top of a teenage class. Teenage class where she was also ranked unofficially the sexiest girl among others. By a wild dude she thought he didn't like her for being such a good girl. Romeo said in rhyme: It's true that every good and perfect gift is from above you were presented to me as a beautifully packaged gift full of humor, talent, intelligence, beauty and love "it isn't finding the perfect person but learning to see an imperfect person perfectly" we all have our flaws but when I view you through my eyes, perfection is all I see That's how all the pastel coloured lotuses in Juliet opened up to the full in front of Romeo's deep gaze. You can guess it right, she was a levitating yogi too. (But she was eagerly waiting to get to fly on Romeo's flying carpet.) Their most loved and most yearned lotus flower was shimmering light pink light. The Lotus he drove was pink too and oh how pretty it was pink in pink in pink as can you imagine... Yes yes, Romeo loved to wear light pink too. When he still had all his fancy clothes on. Juliet yearned to have his flashy fingers to keep on running on her softly breathing breathtaking curves, the homebase that hid his deep down gone roots. His roots ran deep down in magic. He inheritated from chemistry of the finest English tea and Saudi-Arabian classic black oils. He shined in diamonds and golden things. For her he took all the pearls of the world to make her round and go round and round... So pleasantly lovable that all for them was. (TO BE CONTINUED LOVELIES) .