I had a dream. It was weird. Two masculine bodies were intertwined in the gloom. They were in the top of a high building, in a big city… perhaps in the top of the Empire State Building in the NYC. It was raining… it was windy…it was cold… But they were warm, like two people who are making love. The curtains were moved by the wind; the lights were flashing in the distance…and they were making love, as two strangers who met moments before; as two strangers who explode their bodies. Like two strangers who fall in love because of their eyes. Two glasses of wine were lying on the carpet without anyone noticing them. The most strange thing was the music…Moonlight Sonata… like the only song which two men can use to make love…that song… the saddest but sexiest song to making love on the top of the Empire State Building, in a cold, windy and rainy night, without witnesses other than two glasses of wine.