it's a talisman wrapped in incantations; it's a mantra; it's a must; and it's not just to understand the words; demands to be felt till your bones, to merge with the lyrics... with the arrangements of sounds... with the artist's emotions, emanated through his gifted and gentle voice;

In the eyes of your runaway o’clock, I’m like a steam, carrying the scented subatomic unit of a magical time, attired inventively in the velvety equipment of longing. Motivated, the hour hand, points to me, very delicately, the graphic bulletin of your love traced colorful for me, while the minute hand swings in the rhythm of my pulse. Amazing modulated, following the silhouette of your lips, the contour of the sky lit up its precious part one ability, just to feel you, kissing my dreamy dream of the dreams. In a flash, using only one language (in passion’s dialect), our minds gave a harmonious voice to the desire, concocting beautiful, the most deeply Orgasmus effect. Gently, the muses have woven a smooth envious rumor for curious, while our bodies, metamorphosed in a miracle, are experiencing the metaphors of an undomesticated love.

What will you say tonight, poor lonely soul,  What will you say, the old withered heart of mine,  To the most beautiful, the best, the most dear,  Whose heavenly regard brings back your bloom?      — We will assign our pride to sing her praise:  Nothing excels the sweetness of her will;  Her holy body has an angel's scent,  Her eye invests us with a cloak of light.      Whether it be at night or in solitude,  Or in the streets among the multitude,  Her ghost before us dances like a torch.      It speaks out: 'I'm lovely and command  That for my sake love, you'll adore only the Beautiful;  I am your Guardian, Madonna, and the Muse!

from one end to the other end · from the first accord to the last string · from the beginning till the final limit · from existence to resistance · my love for you, your love for me, side by side, can't be stopped · we're starved, we're wild, lust's valise waits at love's portal · filled with plenty of tenderness transports us on time's orbits · our silhouettes full of energy motivate us to want it all · from one end to the other end · from the first accord to the last string · from the beginning till the final limit · from existence to resistance · my love, — your love

i'm your gift, your talisman, your treasure  i'm invoked by you through a mantra i don't appear suddenly for i'm your inner always from everywhere within forever i'm mirrored in your chameleonic eyes… i'm your love sung daily… Purnamadah

«She got a poet's spirit. She burns among the clouds. She never stops believing. She only dreams out loud. There's a jackpot on the dresser. She's smiling in the glass, and if you need to kiss her... don't forget your stash. And she gives it away. And you're fascinated by her. And she does it again with simple and brilliant desire, and she gives it away, and you're fascinated by…by her. She wears a million colors. There are rainbows on her soles. She got a sign above her that says, "I'm never growin' old"... You're askin' her to dance now, she spins a solid white light. She gonna' make love to you today, today, and every night. And she gives it away. And you're fascinated by her. Then she does it again with a simple and brilliant desire. And she gives it away, and you're fascinated by…by her, by her. She may be waiting 'round the corner of your mind, but still, you know she's there, you can