Tenderness, — I got to be wrapped... Preciousness, — wrap me, please... I'm cold, — Come... — Take me  in the season of hell with the drunken boat of the Rimbaud if you wanna, — or... in the waste-land with the cruelest April of Eliot's, — but come... come, caress me, baby

to clean black feelings, wash 'em in warm water of those persistent fears mix your thoughts with opportunities adding deeds to words don't forget, — everything must be spiced with tenacity, with humor [it helps the stubbornness] it's like salt, it's like pepper, it is the main ingredient, the mystery of a wild love

well... just a bit early, someone's told me that I am truly beautiful... and the fact that the one who complimented me took already 100 and a bit is not such a fuzzy for obstructing myself in some details, no-no-no... it saw me clearly, I swear, also wasn't escorted even; although it's true, that it got stumbled about three times, but I put it on the part of my dazzling beauty... that beauty as well as it is a musical arrangement and a bit confusing as sometimes the lyrics do... hmm, the moon is rising and i... i'll stand by you still much... more still...

chasing some unearthly whispers a fascinated loop of clouds surprised someone's love overdue