Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

like a starved wolf, you tear me from outside until your soul, then, till your rain, just to gather me to transform me into your storm, adequately to make me thunder at the moon, and the minutes to get mad, while are gazing, passionately, toward our wild love

my mood's sentiment is dynamiting in words using music's charm each impression is freshly dynamited with my bohème grace the best example is each song, —  all are a magnum opus