Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

my emotion got been written at the morning coffee with the ink of dream that dreams me… the influence of mine with yours spun up to the sky for blooming in a color's custody full of desires… our lust made us confess again, how wildly about we're to each other… then… everything around us smiled

there… where you are too afraid to get in… there is hidden the treasure you sought… will not coming home to you but will wait somewhere in the blue wing of the moon it'll stalk you if you give your soul to those who promised you the magic of paradise in lieu of one who'll follow you even in hell so be vigilant, — this, it isn't my confession but your frisson plotted exactly as hell was made in heaven