Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

what color has happiness and how many languages does it talk,  what's its appearance and how could be recognized or if it has any preference when decides to appear… how long would it stay, more or a limited period… it's the pulse of a thought about what I feel at this very present time; a thought guided by hopes and significant sensations found in all sentiments inside of my desires, reasons and aims… Happiness, Welcome!

« I am. O Anxious One . Don't you hear my voice surging forth with all my earthly feelings? They yearn so high, that they have sprouted wings and whitey fly in circles, around your face. My soul, dressed in silence, rises up and stands alone before you: can't you see? Don't you know that my prayer is growing ripe upon your vision as upon a tree? If you are the dreamer, I am what you dream. But when you want to wake, I am your wish. And I grow strong with all magnificence and turn myself into a star's vast silence above the strange and distant city, — Time. »

« Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like twin drums beating in the forest against the heavy wall of wet leaves. Night crossing: black coal of dream that cuts the thread of earthly orbs with the punctuality of a headlong train that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly. Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement, to the grip on life that beats in your breast, with the wings of a submerged swan, So that our dream might reply to the sky's questioning stars with one key, one door closed to shadow. »