Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

the scent of the night is contoured in the shape of your soul and mine; it's like a naive art painted in an imaginably wild style grounded in a world which, i don't know if it's mine or yours but surely is from a cosmic class, designed all in one to have as base, the love and immortality; we should've been stars — sweet love