A dry soul waiting for love, a confusing idea for him. an essential thing on life for him, a palpable feeling. The desire irrepressible, waves releasers of sorrow trow back her face in the darkness her face bring memories. both souls are not in the scene apparently for suffering. in this world there's no time to satiate hunger, then is less time for gult the soul. two thirsty souls in middle of a act sate their bodies, both souls await,cause wait has been their conviction.