i live in the season of happiness where love is siring virgin mood  I feel like a migratory bird playing detached thru the cardinal points like a starman, i pour my placidity to gratify you thru music delights and I stretch and bud and wait for your lips to fill me to empty me to wake me and again to take me back to your untamable dreams

I scream with all my lungs and with all my other lives related to everything I am as a mom, woman, and wife, daughter, sister, and relative, colleague, teammate, friend, wanted, imposed, and loved; in invincible dreams entitled Healer, Fighter, Lover, or Hero and not a stork kind, seeped, created, or based in mysticism and not on scientific visions, - Stay Home! Home is our Weapon! Make yourself Unseen like that thing unseen, the COVID-19 which plucked our life. ❝ Whoever says Superstition says Credulity. Whoever says Credulity says Manipulation, and whoever says Manipulation says Calamity. It is the scourge of humanity that made more crimes than all the epidemic plague of mass together.❞ Fred Vargas

you know all of me •••• at the beginning everything was black & white after that, appeared blue & yellow slowly, like a deity with an army of stars he conquered all the earth's colors diffusing on her the wild & exotic aroma with its seed nine-month later their love bloomed seductively... like fresh roses‧‧‧ hungry, like the wolf

I've placed some memories in one of your pockets to be found by chance or why not, even to search for them, when you'll want to see, again, some shards of love, with which once I caressed you mapping to you a magic party... invoked seductively with some itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny positive formula, so nostalgic in beauty sealed and savagely gathered at a moment, when you, like me too, were all I needed [psst... you're all I need still...]