story soundtrack:

HEAVEN COMPUTER

1982

——

She always preferred Biloba flowers, always saying that at her funeral she wanted them to cover her entirely.  It was their light scent that she loved and their violet garden color, but also that her lover always surprised her with Biloba flowers.

Watchin’ every motion, in this foolish lovers game

On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame

He never did anything slowly, with a full eighteen years behind him, life laid before him like road, he took it with a neon force. So only 2 days after showing up in Miami he met her, and knew he loved her. That speed he had too much of only got faster as she smiled towards him on a pink beach, she loved that he wore a beeper on his belt and dressed with bright style. He always seemed to be both late and early, and always brought her surprises , whatever it all meant was not matter for her, enough was Miami’s heat and where he would take her next.

What he worked out like lighting was slow motion to her. No matter however fast he drove and quickly he made money , it all happened hypnotically for her, every disco, every glance,  “I’ll hold him like I hold a small fire” she thought. And so she thought nothing of the fast games he started to play across town, or that in those Miami days , fast games were dangerous ones.

New York was families and kingdoms , but Miami was an island. He knew right away what it was built on, and it was easy. Being Cuban and handsome, it was easy. He’d often sneak away with those new Cubans to get high and look at corvettes, they always moved him. It wasn’t their speed or their price, he loved their beauty, the curved hood of the convertibles always took him by surprise , the headlights rising up at night would take his breath away.  He didn’t love the car the same way those new Cubans loved it,  he knew he’d have it because he knew people and how to make deals.

You always felt like you were the only one he saw and smiled at, in reality you were. That special feeling of being alive because someone sets their gaze on you and nothing else in that moment, mattered. Acting not thinking always was his gift, caring in his deliberate actions and bringing people together, she loved to watch him with people, waiting for her time to come.

Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth?

Ooh, Heaven is a place on Earth

They say in Heaven, love comes first

And it came that day for her after class when he rode up in the brand new corvette , “I have two surprises, baby” he said to her after opening her door.

Nothing made her more happy or unafraid than seeing him in that corvette.

They parked at south beach, which in those days  was covered with big hair, drugs and roller skates.

“The sunset was like this when we met” he said, with a rare serious look in his eye.

“What are we doing here? “ she expected one of his secret places they would go.

“How did you get this car?!”

“Open the glove compartment Isabelle” , he said, again with a deep look

She opened the glove compartment and saw a slim revolver with a ivory handles

“Wait Wait! No, I’m sorry no!” he reached and moved away the gun , instead pulling out a small box

“What the hell!—“ but before she could say anything he pulled a diamond ring from the box and looked straight into her soul.

And time goes by so slowly

And time can do so much

Are you still mine?

Dance all night , dance all night, dance all night

Dance all night, dance all night, dance all night

At a traffic light is where the new Cubans found the red corvette

One too many bad deals done in hungry Miami

The traffic lights turned from red to yellow to green in the night when they pulled him out of the car

He got one with his knife but two more came, shot once, his blood sprang redder than his car

He sat back heavily in the drivers seat choking, moving towards her

she went for the revolver but in panic only found the ring , gleaming in its box.

A second round of shots sent them home together unmarried

Forever’s gonna start tonight

Forever’s gonna start tonight

A ghost is seen roaming around the temple. Although the gender of ghosts is generally volatile, this ghost releases a feminine energy. She appears to be aiming and firing a gun, as her smooth skin casts a shimmery violet garden color. Upon her presence, the temple's ambiance has turned into a shade reminiscent of that of an orchid smoke, and the sacred waters below have shifted into a Biloba Flower hue. The atmosphere feels dark and heavy, which could symbolize the chaos that exists around you and your ghost. The ghost's data displays high levels of corruption, seemingly caused by an anxiety error when running the encoding of her conscience tape. It appears the ghost has a limb or bone that may require your attention: her right hand ring finger. This critical area could be where your weakenesses hide. A shot in the dark is unwise, not to mention, it could backfire... bad.

story soundtrack:

HEAVEN COMPUTER

1982

——

She always preferred Biloba flowers, always saying that at her funeral she wanted them to cover her entirely.  It was their light scent that she loved and their violet garden color, but also that her lover always surprised her with Biloba flowers.

Watchin’ every motion, in this foolish lovers game

On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame

He never did anything slowly, with a full eighteen years behind him, life laid before him like road, he took it with a neon force. So only 2 days after showing up in Miami he met her, and knew he loved her. That speed he had too much of only got faster as she smiled towards him on a pink beach, she loved that he wore a beeper on his belt and dressed with bright style. He always seemed to be both late and early, and always brought her surprises , whatever it all meant was not matter for her, enough was Miami’s heat and where he would take her next.

What he worked out like lighting was slow motion to her. No matter however fast he drove and quickly he made money , it all happened hypnotically for her, every disco, every glance,  “I’ll hold him like I hold a small fire” she thought. And so she thought nothing of the fast games he started to play across town, or that in those Miami days , fast games were dangerous ones.

New York was families and kingdoms , but Miami was an island. He knew right away what it was built on, and it was easy. Being Cuban and handsome, it was easy. He’d often sneak away with those new Cubans to get high and look at corvettes, they always moved him. It wasn’t their speed or their price, he loved their beauty, the curved hood of the convertibles always took him by surprise , the headlights rising up at night would take his breath away.  He didn’t love the car the same way those new Cubans loved it,  he knew he’d have it because he knew people and how to make deals.

You always felt like you were the only one he saw and smiled at, in reality you were. That special feeling of being alive because someone sets their gaze on you and nothing else in that moment, mattered. Acting not thinking always was his gift, caring in his deliberate actions and bringing people together, she loved to watch him with people, waiting for her time to come.

Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth?

Ooh, Heaven is a place on Earth

They say in Heaven, love comes first

And it came that day for her after class when he rode up in the brand new corvette , “I have two surprises, baby” he said to her after opening her door.

Nothing made her more happy or unafraid than seeing him in that corvette.

They parked at south beach, which in those days  was covered with big hair, drugs and roller skates.

“The sunset was like this when we met” he said, with a rare serious look in his eye.

“What are we doing here? “ she expected one of his secret places they would go.

“How did you get this car?!”

“Open the glove compartment Isabelle” , he said, again with a deep look

She opened the glove compartment and saw a slim revolver with a ivory handles

“Wait Wait! No, I’m sorry no!” he reached and moved away the gun , instead pulling out a small box

“What the hell!—“ but before she could say anything he pulled a diamond ring from the box and looked straight into her soul.

And time goes by so slowly

And time can do so much

Are you still mine?

Dance all night , dance all night, dance all night

Dance all night, dance all night, dance all night

At a traffic light is where the new Cubans found the red corvette

One too many bad deals done in hungry Miami

The traffic lights turned from red to yellow to green in the night when they pulled him out of the car

He got one with his knife but two more came, shot once, his blood sprang redder than his car

He sat back heavily in the drivers seat choking, moving towards her

she went for the revolver but in panic only found the ring , gleaming in its box.

A second round of shots sent them home together unmarried

Forever’s gonna start tonight

Forever’s gonna start tonight

A ghost is seen roaming around the temple. Although the gender of ghosts is generally volatile, this ghost releases a feminine energy. She appears to be aiming and firing a gun, as her smooth skin casts a shimmery violet garden color. Upon her presence, the temple's ambiance has turned into a shade reminiscent of that of an orchid smoke, and the sacred waters below have shifted into a Biloba Flower hue. The atmosphere feels dark and heavy, which could symbolize the chaos that exists around you and your ghost. The ghost's data displays high levels of corruption, seemingly caused by an anxiety error when running the encoding of her conscience tape. It appears the ghost has a limb or bone that may require your attention: her right hand ring finger. This critical area could be where your weakenesses hide. A shot in the dark is unwise, not to mention, it could backfire... bad.