Whenever (Whatever Part II)

I remember the last time we were happy. When we take your motorbike and we decided to run away and escape from all the chains that join us to an imperfect world, to the boring routines, to monotony. So we left everything back, even our helmets. And this is the result. We were full of love and craziness. You whispered to me that morning: 'Whenever you want we can leave this situation, I can control it". And I almost lose my life, your life, all we had because of that, because of that precipitated idea.