❝ In the wave-strike over unquiet stones the brightness bursts and bears the rose and the ring of water contracts to a cluster to one drop of azure brine that falls. O magnolia radiance breaking in spume, magnetic voyager whose death flowers and returns, eternal a being and nothingness: shattered brine, a dazzling leap of the ocean. Merged, you and I, my love, seal the silence while the sea destroys its continual forms, collapses its turrets of wildness and whiteness, because in the weft of those unseen garments of headlong water, and perpetual sand, we bear the sole, relentless tenderness. ❞

The uncommunicativeness has fabricated the alphabet of silence, composing so the words from sounds, chic combined with mine and yours, plasticized in the inverted commas, because a title can be dotted with dots. When the scheme of the words gets to you, they kiss your lips, haunted in the nuance of a sinless flirt, blown through the murmur of a bizarre thought in the anticipation of some responses to the questions of my soul. Both our opinions palpitate in syllables, read and heard in some dialects written on the staffs with the echo's synesthesia, susurrated in the mirror of the sky, while you're in my mood, exactly as… eu quero, you, sighing out your fixation, elle et moi. “un coin d'une rue une enfant elle très belle très blonde quelque part dans la ville Elle et Moi un jardin tranquille un regard une étreinte un frisson des yeux qui se lèvent une larme qui coule doucement sur sa joue la douceur de ses lèvres Elle et Moi son corps vibre sous mes caresses nos souffle

in a way known only by me and you, uh, we're going to love each other until the end of the time, and then, forever after, we'll build another realm identical with your soul and mine

The clothes were almost off… of her; Outside, — a tree… too indiscreet spies masterfully with any of its leaves to see her closer, closer… [it got gaped]. Perched, on my enormous easy chair, half nude, she clasped her hands. Her feet were trembling on the floor with that finesse, [a finesse as she is…]. I watched, — a waxed light's ray trapped into a tiny branch outside the window how's butterflying above her mouth, and up, over her breast, so pride and ripened. I kissed her delicately ankles. She held a sweetly brutal laugh which scattered into virgin trills  —  a jolly laugh so crystalline… Her feet hid under her chemise revolted said, — 'please stop it!…' But I laughed at her cries —  I knew she really liked it. Her eye trembled beneath my lips, but they've closed at my touch. Her head went back; she cried: 'Oh, really! That's too much! 'My dear, I'm warning you…' I stopped her protest with a kiss and she laughed, low —  a l

if you're the shadow of a thought or the thought of some shadow, meowing boundless experiences, stripped in some melodic phrase around the fireplace of a season, set in a frenchy roof's geography, I don't know; (it's a subtle sketch)

by getten to know you, means, — to go in the setting of the soul, to open the folder, — [status], to check off — [the happiness], (and) to set the password, — [love] (anything else can be omitted) 🫧 by getten to know me, implies, — to carry me daily in your days, to let my eyes' tempo be yours, to choose my time's destination, (and) to let my desires be your satiety [anything else claims patience] 🫧 but to those who wants to know who am I and you, say to them, — don't try to penetrate through our invincible lupine component; don't dare, don't suppose, never, or our essence will use its shield; [we're passion never translated] 🫧 y'see, we know people are strange; (try not being the one of those who ...expired before being discovered)

I've let myself drift through the poems of the sea and the blueness of some pianissimo sounds I got in delirium, surfing in their whirl, dreaming to see what you saw through any groggy dream I have shimmered thru all hazes and archipelagos of stars' winter, hid carefully in your celestial eyes so I can feel your touch touching my mystic scent, to sigh to me just a thought, — [i want you badly]