Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

[are scintillating] the summer's earrings in the altar of the wind where my dream loves to rise and slip like the poetry in motion [it's sparkling], even the heel of the time, while it melts arrogance with the sheer light behind my eyelids  coordinated by the echos' bible [with every single ray], here we go again, shoved by our longings' particles, so-so hungry for smoky desires, [drawn…] by love with love… again and again