Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

unhurriedly, a murmur flatters my eardrum, stirring up inside me an insane appetite [of him] [and he knows…] [and he doesn't stop…] he persists to tender my nerves delicately cooking 'em better with butter, fancied well [expertly…] [to me…] ✶ [head up], [I talked enough]; [what about you?] [truth] or [run run run], [god only knows where] ✶ [just the same, you'll get back into my arms...]

I'm gonna be home for the holidays. The sweet figurines of chocolate with colorful taste, the candies, and cakes moistened gallantly will aromatize the house with traditional specialties created in my agnostic language to bring the balance in contrast with sacred liqueurs of gods which have the aim to cherish this treasured day as each moment to be manifested in the fluid harmony of music with funny steps gently pirouetted in front of smiles and tender gestures adapted in the special K manner of the event.