I'm not beautiful. I'm not ugly. I'm better. I am that something which can beautify a moment you ask for it. I am a soul giving a word. I am what your mind is looking for. An emotion. I am a dream in a waking world. A waking world hungry for new. A waking world thirsty for life. A waking world for countless reasons. I'm something you might love. But I am something you could also hate. I'm that something that gives you the strength, to be able to do. I'm in you. I cause you to sigh of pleasure with reason and without reason. I'm proportional and inversely proportional to hope. The value is given to me by feelings. Forbidden feelings. Feelings given by memories. Original feelings. I am the adventure. I am the figment. I'm everything. I am the number — stay wild. I bring joy when I appear. I bring joy when I disappear. I am the new year. Honestly, the future looks like wow. Make your wish list. I challenge you to conform to it. And by the way, — My name is

My time has its residence in the universe of love. The access is assembled with the delight's materials. The domicile is hospitable, built in the joy's mannerism. The scent has something of the first stage of winter. On the list of its invitees, age is ageless. Just energy. Dialect of the present tense, it is its only way of talking. Wishes are fulfilled as are felt their vibes, (confident or not). My time, inexhaustible, is now. My facts will talk about it, later. If I'll be wrapped in your arms for Christmas, time knows. Noel Avec Toi is already prepared. My sharing traveled in your time.

I don't give advices. I do confessions. Abstrusely gracious ones. Accordingly, I'm divulging, like this, some circumstances that happened once upon a time. Some of them have been succeeded to be managed, some, comme ci comme ça, some, not at all. The important aspect I wanna mention, it's that everything I write is shaped with the visions' elegance. Metaphors and personifications are home. Music loves to be my ally. And because of ⋯ «what if», ⋯ the portal gets open. I walk in any dimension I want to be, using a touching accent, — friendly, aggressively, or both. Suddenly, the crumb of the truth gets lost through some fancy-shmancy thoughts. I'm sensitized by a susurrus in its trying to guide my senses. Sometimes they're fluidized, sometimes they're opposing. Due to these, the reader can sometimes read between the lines or is led where his mood take him. I don't give advices. My words love to be attired in the sensuality dimensions. Adore to be tailored

I wish You to wish yourself the Best Wishes, and any harm for you, to vanish flummoxed. I wish you fix and create only beautiful stuff, pivoting New Year on top of all that'll come. I wish… — it is the name of the place you are embodying its best effect, on you and some. 🎄 I wish You to understand You are the Wish. Not just for Christmas, but always. Yours I.🫦

The Winter's Holiday to carol you with joy. Christmas Eve's day to deliver your wishes. a New Year's knapsack full of prosperity. a 2022 year stuffed with healthiness and money. Food and booze on each family's table. Peace and Love be celebrated daily. Happiness to Anyone. (Leave naughtiness to Me) 🎄 Merry Christmas Joyeux Noël Χαρούμενα Χριστούγεννα Buon Natale Crăciun Fericit Frohe Weihnachten Feliz Navidad メリークリスマス

winter holiday is present waiting to be hugged with much gentleness, with the sweetish soul, with a cheery gaze, with smooth thoughts in the halo of passion wrapped and hypnotized by love in vital essences, found in each and every day that shape us from the early beginning with same appetite to expose 🎄 …happy holidays  to you… to me… to us…

honey on the lips, cheerfulness in the mind, soul full of colors, butterflies in the stomach, golden in your hands, amusement at each step, everything to be designed with happiness and wrapped in the magic of love, when you fulfill a wish 🎄

it's Christmas time, pretty baby ;)) happy holidays wherever you are 🎄 (santa claus is back in town)

the galaxy rotates in the rhythm of the music for an authentic mood of the dreamer you are, lost and delighted, breathing my love and will, to cut up the shield where I am with your lust; emotions felt, set the joy no matter whenever in a tender blue with a merry Christmas, baby, for love of December is adorned by your thrill wrapped in a little bit of everything traditional 🎄

Winter```? Ask me nothing December```? Like I'm haunted  by some hauntingly happiness… Merry Christmas, Baby 🎄

Any ending-year whispers to me, — you're the most beautiful poetry, as so much unreal as you are true, clad in your mysterious air of a manuscript. And yet, like my predecessors, I've got to abdicate now. So keep me in your thoughts to remain that mark of those seconds in your hottest and tendentious priorities. ———————— to each one, I whispered, — ———————— I'm easier than a thought in your mind and heavier than a dream that you could dream. Take me like a figment dressed in verses, waltzing, then, hold me tight in your arms, purely and intensely, for our love to rise over borders, to be irrevocable and to fulfill concretely our story from one letter to another letter, from one word to another word, from a tune to another tune... and to have butterflies, to feel like I'm flying with all those vibrations wandering throughout the world, through the thoughts, souls and... — we'll collect kisses for dreams, and we'll give meaning to a life-paradise with the passiona

the winter holiday is here, the house is adorned with apple pie flavor pampered through cinnamon and with brioches smeared in honey filled with the suppleness of the bitter cherries dressed in fine chocolate well sprinkled with the holy myrrh of almond haunted by some gingerbread with a shiny collar of sour cream softened in the essence of orange and lemon exactly as traditional spirit asks and invites disguised among unstable smoked sausages steamed steaks and other goodies wrapped in cabbage and vine leaves spurred with the booze of gods while for the atmosphere to be complete, all got spiced with jokes, dance, and music in the presence of dearest ones even if some of them are near or far, — so have a bon appétit wherever you are, the love is felt... and is reloaded over and over, again, (if anybody asks you...) 🎄

winter holiday is present, waiting for you to hug it with gentleness, with the sweetish soul, with a cheery gaze, with smoothly thought wrapped and hypnotized by love, the vital essence found in each of us, — the one which shaped us from the early beginning … happy holidays! tchin-tchin 🥂 🎄

Right from the morning, the childhood memories received a cool refresh from the snow queen. Jovial flakes rolled out from their crystal castle, a subtly silvery curtain for the child in me. Acolytes posed snow roses adorned with magic, applying me anesthesia with the festivity's effect. Delicately, their beauty surrounded me, to collect the scent of my smile with explicable emotions. Memories smiled at me. I smiled them back. Happy Holidays 🎄🫦

— How tall do you suppose a Christmas tree should be? — Well, I think it should be only adorned. — And then? — Then fill the glasses with a pompous wine. A princely one having the spirit of a gigolo, just enough to be a bit confusing through the scent of those delicious dishes that arouse some ideas along with a corruptible color for waking up contradictory tastes and flavors that invoke the freshness but also provokes you to commit the experienced sweetly sin sufficient to accept lucid and confident your ageless soul, irresistible and full of vigor craving for the special moment of this graceful, merry and divine day similarly like you loved sincerely and passionately using the charm of your spirit on the big wave, traversing the heart of yours, entire year... tchin-tchin🥂 🎄

smooth music…🎧 a sensual ruby wine, robust, having a carnal spirit palpation likened to the burst of cheery laughter calibrated in a pale light which invades the atmosphere of my soul wrapped in subtle veils of desired caresses by you, on my mind, – I, on yours, discussing some discusses, saluting the holiday 🥂 🎄

Mysterious, a playful flake, straight from the morning it knocked at my window and discharged the magic unleashed by Snow Queen with her packs of feelings. Then, in a fleeting moment, at the hour of a winter song stole rapidly from me a kiss and it placed it on your lips like a winter's magic mantle to see me... in your dreams. 🎄

under the influence of your happiness, your thoughts in my direction are arriving at me drunkenly and with a ton of nerves playing with my mind; under the influence of your eagerness, your eyes are sketching up and down in my soul, using an unknown alphabet with letters corrupted by your ecstasy; under the influence of your tenderness, the night from here with the sun there it's diluting in my moon and untangled in your stars to follow you follow me to wish you to wish me happy holidays 🎄