send you love

I don't give advices. I do confessions. Abstrusely gracious ones.
Accordingly, I'm divulging, like this, some circumstances that happened once upon a time.
Some of them have been succeeded to be managed, some, comme ci comme ça, some, not at all.

The important aspect I wanna mention, it's that everything I write is shaped with the visions' elegance.
Metaphors and personifications are home. Music loves to be my ally.
And because of ⋯ «what if», ⋯ the portal gets open.
I walk in any dimension I want to be, using a touching accent, — friendly, aggressively, or both.

Suddenly, the crumb of the truth gets lost through some fancy-shmancy thoughts.
I'm sensitized by a susurrus in its trying to guide my senses.
Sometimes they're fluidized, sometimes they're opposing.
Due to these, the reader can sometimes read between the lines or is led where his mood take him.

I don't give advices. My words love to be attired in the sensuality dimensions. Adore to be tailored in an avant-garde style.
Loved and admired, they're sending attractive vibes. And yes. Provoke the nerves and ask boldness to be worn. I know.

To All My Readers, (constant and inconstant)— Thank You!
I Send You Love to All of You.

Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi 🗢 Bohéme 🎕

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