❝ I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours, that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it's long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms...
an explicit saline councilor in the deepness of my eyes, sings prominently your song its treasured susurrations bent to my heart's pond, somewhere in the right ventricle a beauty orchestrated by lungs like a Scottish bagpipe sound made to oxygenate all senses
the loyalty of an impeccable, known " l'grand solitaire ", it is a hobbyist of dreams that's revising its priorities, adopting passionately and yet furtively, a love's course ‧ it knows that fate will not be blamed for sloppy games of the ignorant folks who fail to adjudge that a schism it is just another way to spend time with the lovely one ‧ after all, a dream has dreams to remember… by and by
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.
There's something in ourselves we don't know. Something which we'll deny even if it exists until it will be too late to do anything about it. We lend a habit, polished, as if it's a trophy, begging for the approval of others, and withal that, nobody has any clue where we are. How near or how far, which's the truth or the delusion… how's the look in our eyes when what we are seeking for it hides right where we'd never think to search for, if someone wouldn't appear, miraculously, to whisper its magic and encouraging call — “come rain or come shine… come with me, (come…), (shine on, you… crazy diamond).”
when you don't want to talk to anyone, I am the silence hidden in a magic sound you're not looking for it, but somehow you listen to it with angel eyes, confident cos I will always find a way to get to you
The calm blue sky has vanished, you've left behind the spring… wasn't important any sigh, — you've made your choice so clear. Then, summer with its nights appeared and disappeared, — I waited for you till morning dew, not even then, you've not revealed. And autumn came, much earlier hearing my cries calling for you, but all the scattered feelings shaped an identic attitude. Now winter's here but seems I am the one that's changed, — the gallant echo of the spring, like you & I… it disappeared… an army full of devils, it does it feels electric, it's power as I'm chasing fire to shake it up where it began, at the vertigo introduction⇡up
...the present day came equipped in the day of yesterday, as if it's gotten back for more, to perform in you, — [you...], [my naughty dream installed at the sun's extremities] ▫▫▫ furtively, i looked at it, puzzling itself in its own love, embellished with the beads of the moments, lived at the neck of thoughts, while it studied amour's ABCs, [and...], [and timidly, the present day has stolen me a smile] ▫▫▫ in a flash, happiness wings grew gently from my soul in my chest; the insanity of impatience began to waltz; emotions knew they're translated by no other than you, [all in all…] [all in all, romance language intimidates, whatever day]
In the earthly bit of the day, I dress up in the sky's scent. The sun's rays, like beads, adorn my neck. The accessories of my ears are grounds internet's playlist. On my lips, velvety and soft, reflect the smile's tint. Listening to my thoughts, the wind creates my hairstyle. The sea is my mirror while my eyes hum time's beauty. Out of nowhere, playfully, a thought climbs in my mind. I salute the life's mood and continue our chit-chat. Maybe an eye of my soul cries, but surely, the other smiles. If I feel confused, I'll be fixed. Nothing happens randomly. Life is stuffed with anything... I breathe it. It breathes me.
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