Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

here I go walking between the plural possessives of the paintings, sculptures, and music, evaluated through numbers at the power of words to express the feelings of your heart using any pastel thought, to satirize any xenophobe soul and also mediocrity of some who dared to shade somehow the beauty putting in light the [hate] what [they call it love] but no one has no idea, — I accept no compromise