Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

you didn't care if will ever rain as long as doesn't rain with love... due to this, I gave to you rain... architected, sculpted, portraited... till I turned myself into a rain... into a storm... into a hurricane... a typhoon I'll be daily for you with my rain of stars and dreams with my rain of laughs and kisses with my rain of longings blowing on you, exactly as the rain pours for none loves me wet, like you

again the time hasn't any more patience and consigns my thoughts to look for you; again a lot of letters jumped out of images and solitary phrases with immaculate words majestic sculpted to create touches, thrills and playful feelings able to remember me about the aim of our rendezvous incarnated in a place hidden between lines of a song, of a shadow or a gentle light from a photo or colors, tints, and shapes of a painting with tout de suite of characters exposed in the spotlight of some subtle alliances gifted with a voice only to meet you again