Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

To keep you feasible, I substituted you under another form into a playful idea, letting your memories murmur to me, in slow-motion, [reach out, I'll be there]. The anatomy of your noble philosophy, I metamorphosed it in papillons bleus while my exuberance, a banal tendency, I let it talk with the moon and wildness. As you expected, all seemed easy, but I, (you see...) just now I got it... [just now]

You don't possess so captivating howls of the wolves for how much silence of the moon, it is in me, when your thoughts, tiptoeing, got sneaked inside of mine. You don't possess so many forests, which you'd been wishing to grow 'em in your soul, to make me somehow lose myself, to feel what means blood pulse of yours. You don't possess so-so or too much time to be enough to you, when your whispers burn my lips with verses rhymeless, cos too, today, they're longing for your kiss. You don't possess nor even curses, to snatch me out of any fantasy, where seems I'm laying there about forever, waiting frantically for you to love me, as you promised… You don't possess even tomorrow, for how I'm loving you right now, — into a Monday or a Tuesday, a Wednesday, Thursday or a Friday and Saturday to not forget about of Sunday, when you're to me so cold or too-too passionate.

— I love you! — Do you tell this… to everyone? — Yep... to everyone... — To all of them? — ₘhᵐᵐ‧‧‧ To all, I tell 'em that I love You weightless timeless out of facts of life it was you from the beginning of beginnings so please be good... — you are the only one

it's a talisman wrapped in incantations; it's a mantra; it's a must; and it's not just to understand the words; demands to be felt till your bones, to merge with the lyrics... with the arrangements of sounds... with the artist's emotions, emanated through his gifted and gentle voice;