Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

I think I need to invent another alphabet to compose inexhaustible stories for you to get drawn on some of them. And I think stars should be the orator which shall have to read... to you some fancy-schmancy literature well-defined in a berceuse sound able to drag you in sweet dreams classified in intimate aromas when you'll wish to be absorbed with different seductive sentiments... seductive sentiments of the morning, — having top note, – naughty seductive sentiments of the daytime, — having heart note, – a privy gentle solace seductive sentiments of the evening, — having base note, – an irresistible love and in-between, — all seductiveness, — having intermixed notes, similarly to any cosmopolitan moment harmonized to an Indian summer, smoothly hugged in winter's tenderness.

love is weak when fear is equally strong, yet, to dream with hope that a wonderful thought will wake you up in some sweet sounds and could bring you still some feelings and a smile, then all you gotta do is chuchotement les mots, – à toi, — salut d'amour

My mind comports itself like a courtesan. If I’m looking for something, — (there is). Any answer is shown and advanced to me in detail by magic’s charm of the universe in my present time, so well monopolized somewhere in the past, where my actions have already transpired, and where I paid many tributes, in coins of love, converted at an exchange office of a galaxy, with, — my chic, — Salut… [in a hypnotic manner] ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ Mon esprit se conduit tel qu’une courtisane. Si je cherche quelque chose, — (y a-t-il…). Toute réponse, est montrée et offerte à moi, en détail, par le charme magique de l’univers, dans mon temps présent, si bien monopolisé quelque part dans le passé, où mes actions ont déjà transpiré, et où, j’ai payé de nombreux hommages, en monnaies d’amour, convertis dans l’une office d’échange d’une galaxie, avec mon chic,– Salut… [d’une façon hypnotique]