tchin-tchin — (one more kiss...؟‽ 🥂)
At this hour like that,
the gentleness of the wind flows over me.
The whole universe loves me. And… (again),
my shiny fancy outfit is my pajamas… —
(carefully...), —
I've combined a feeling with a word, which
contains much more philosophy than usual,
using the magic power of some incantation
and the essence of (why-what-who…) it is, —
a kind of… quiet and good-natured, (؟‽) —
a kind of… alluring and perfidious, (؟‽) —
a kind of… honest and open, (؟‽) —
a kind of… pompous and mischievous, (؟‽) —
a kind of… mute and stubborn,
while all together maintain
the scent of my bohème beauty,
wrapped kindly... (in one's mystery...) (؟‽).
Those things created some connection,
allowing me to make a trip on a route
that seems not to be similar but rather
meticulously updated, facilitating a story
already lived and felt next to someone,
which even if it isn't versed enough,
influences all facets of emotional factors
that make substantial differences...
(one more kiss...؟‽) 🥂
That certain booze, (patiently...), has become
much more smoothly and extra friendly,
enough to offer us the miracle of a dream
with the flavor of some happy moments... —
and of some sensations that could freeze
the space and time into an unending moment...
(not for nothing 'the ugly' doesn't exist anymore)
(someone took care to erase all of its avatars,
by pushing them away from us)
Now, we can be found at the picturesque address
having the number, — (colors) —
having the doorbell, — (sunny waves) —
having the level, — (musical breath) —
having the distinctive signal, — (love) —
while all at once are successfully incriminated
for using the only one valid password, — (m·e·y·o·u)
tchin-tchin🥂
