was it not my purpose to fall in love with you but to be happy, to taste your wildish passion, the magic of a miracle you are, my storyteller, the writer costumed as a soldier of the words using the polychromic vestments of illusions provoking me, confessing till I'm pouring down amazing, for I hate you so much as I miss you

you know all of me •••• at the beginning everything was black & white after that, appeared blue & yellow slowly, like a deity with an army of stars he conquered all the earth's colors diffusing on her the wild & exotic aroma with its seed nine-month later their love bloomed seductively... like fresh roses‧‧‧ hungry, like the wolf

perfect night inundated with perfect dreams... shapes your silhouette love doesn't make mistakes knows to keep you dry... — amplifying your essence