Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

you, — my dearest dream, the one that makes my physiognomy to be simultaneously wild and precious next to you, what kind of plan do you have tomorrow, and how do you intend to transform me, and in what kind of language you'd gonna talk to me, because mine will be set in deep blue dialect, as you, forever to percept me a gift of love omnipotent