It was all dark and noisy, when I was a little lost.
That somehow, inside this matrix of disturbance,
We shot the perfect picture.
It was the moment I recall so well, since it was so sweet.
That somehow out of everything we could still meet.
Sometimes I believe that every condition we live in,
Every circumstance and every part of destiny,
Can be expressed in numbers of possibilities.
Let’s say that all movements inside destiny are,
Caught in a matrix all expressed by live spots.
Then somewhere, between this beautiful synthesis of dots,
There we are, running mad until we finally meet.
In science this is called the uncertainty principle,
And every collision of spots is just contingency,
But I am certain that it was meant for us to meet.
The possibility of the two of us colliding is neaaarly zero,
But it could as well have been infinitely big.