« Votre âme est un paysage choisi que vont charmants masques et bergamasques jouant du luth et dansant et quasi tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques. Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur, l’amour vainqueur et la vie opportune, ils n’ont pas l’air de croire à leur bonheur et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune, au calme, clair de lune, triste et beau, qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres et sangloter d’extase les jets d’eau, les grands jets d’eau sveltes parmi les marbres. »
Close your eyes. Feel me. I'm fragile. I do pirouettes thru butterflies' thoughts. There, we live our stories, still unwritten, but kept in the space of a bud's hope. Trapped in each other, I kiss your eyelids on twilight from now until forever, sweet dream of my dream. Your dream is... I... [meet me here], [meet me there], [meet me everywhere...]
was it not my purpose to fall in love with you but to be happy, to taste your wildish passion, the magic of a miracle you are, my storyteller, the writer costumed as a soldier of the words using the polychromic vestments of illusions provoking me, confessing till I'm pouring down amazing, for I hate you so much as I miss you
his fictitious gallant being, longs for her nakedness ⋯ somehow she feels him how his mind rides to her... ⋯ feels the appetizing show prior to the start of fancy... ⋯ prior to the wink of the sun in her wetly blue... tempted ⋯ (addicted), waits for her call in his longest deeply dream
the music has questions and answers… to ignore, it blabbed out intense, last night, a dreamy choir its resting voice that loves respiring all my clime, it dove into my life, politely to savor my evil mind so, thru my gaze's navel and the navel of my soul, i've could sense its touch, guiding its groovy form evoked, its smile's chalice stole me a noble moan, magicking me to be much happier than day before
indifferent when; how; why; even if; perhaps; because; precisely; especially; somehow; in as much as; and; anyway; where; which; as when; what; as if; by who, — on you... — i love you... i leaned my heart on you, [you...] my tireless experience
Dear dizzy fall day from this time of the year, even if it seems to be the season of the witch, I dunno what kind of strategy are you trying. To be accurate, I didn't imagine our dating be so grayish and cold and without your golden and brassy and cuddled and warm sunshades. Fortunately, I was inspired to put on me some perfume with sprightly notes, enough for avoiding any wrong situation, also to reinvent another story, with each part of your sun, inclined on me, to look shinier. Guess that could be one of your deep excuses, in your hurry to see me, and is accepted. Yet, do whatever's necessary to fix up your mood. Even implore a competent one for a prescription… — P.S. — (Do it AˢSᵒᵒⁿAˢPᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡᵉ). Winter knocks.
i'm walking barefoot, through the dew of your words, of your visions seeing you smiling, — instantly, your goodness gets inside me feeling you gazing at me, — love shines on my skin my thoughts, — paradoxically, become shy and gentle sunsetter, — my emotions' climate, my essences... (can't be defined) i love… who are you... (no one knows...), yet, to satisfy any curiosity, i whisper, — (i love in a foreign language...)
My mind comports itself like a courtesan. If I’m looking for something, — (there is). Any answer is shown and advanced to me in detail by magic’s charm of the universe in my present time, so well monopolized somewhere in the past, where my actions have already transpired, and where I paid many tributes, in coins of love, converted at an exchange office of a galaxy, with, — my chic, — Salut… [in a hypnotic manner] Mon esprit se conduit tel qu’une courtisane. Si je cherche quelque chose, — (y a-t-il…). Toute réponse, est montrée et offerte à moi, en détail, par le charme magique de l’univers, dans mon temps présent, si bien monopolisé quelque part dans le passé, où mes actions ont déjà transpiré, et où, j’ai payé de nombreux hommages, en monnaies d’amour, convertis dans l’une office d’échange d’une galaxie, avec mon chic,– Salut… [d’une façon hypnotique]
Right from the morning, the childhood memories received a cool refresh from the snow queen. Jovial flakes rolled out from their crystal castle, a subtly silvery curtain for the child in me. Acolytes posed snow roses adorned with magic, applying me anesthesia with the festivity's effect. Delicately, their beauty surrounded me, to collect the scent of my smile with explicable emotions. Memories smiled at me. I smiled them back. Happy Holidays 🎄🫦