his hands, — silver cutlery shinning like a multiethnic culture her body, — golden plate on his flowerbed with parrot-tulips their whispers, — regal treat driving 'em to desired fashion menu giggling, — the explosion of their noisy silence confess the appetite of their love

Kiss my heavy eyes of so much cried, for just your kiss, it could be capable enough to quench my gripped eyes by evil fire and get 'em filled, with love and shine. Kiss my mouth, — my lips are clutched and they forgot the  smile and word's  sweetness; with the serenity, they're gonna smile again and fall in love with you, exactly like at first. Kiss my brow as any miserable thought and any kind of doubts to die, — bonus to be for all my dreams, a revitalization out of the spring, — for a new life... translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p'tit je ne sais quoi ‧ chic… à ma façon

I'm gonna lend you my dreams, for when you'll be couldn't dream. They're domesticated and know how to drink the dew before falling out of clouds. Know that when a woman loves a man, she's writing as him to read. — Has anyone ever written anything for You? If so, then you know the modality of stars of illuminating and peeking to your universe, with an alluring tempo right a few minutes too sharp past midnight, as a few hours later to wake up chuckling, in accord with those sophisticated emotions of the man who loves a woman…

Do you think that one candle will be enough with its gentle and gracious light to give a suitable nuance for our love's twilight? Do you think that one song will be enough to touch with gentleness our openness, structuring new visions in this deep reverie? Do you think that we could be absolved by any culpability when the music wakes up the shiver that shudders some senses? Do you think I think that a new question will be reformulated in a predictable answer? ∴∵ I think that nuanced was only the question for our love got thru curtains' series, long time ago. I think the one who believes this... finally will start to compose new songs because of some visions. I think that I could be a bit accused only for the smile that you brought to me when you asked this. And I think the perfect answer amid to any question could be given with approximation by someone who inspires you at a certain moment. ∴∵ Just a few words, an approach, — nothing more... ∴∵ [I never had you...], — [Is it sad