tchin-tchin — (one more kiss...؟‽ 🥂)
At this hour like that,
the gentleness of the wind flows over me.
The whole universe loves me. And… (again),
my shiny fancy outfit is my pajamas… —
(carefully...), —
I've combined a feeling with a word, which
contains much more philosophy than usual,
using the magic power of some incantation
and the essence of (why-what-who…) it is, —
a kind of… quiet and good-natured, (؟‽) —
a kind of… alluring and perfidious, (؟‽) —
a kind of… honest and open, (؟‽) —
a kind of… pompous and mischievous, (؟‽) —
a kind of… mute and stubborn, (؟‽) —
(while all together maintain
the scent of my bohème beauty,
wrapped kindly...), (in one's mystery...) (؟‽).
Those things created some connection,
allowing me to make a trip on a route
that seems not to be similar but rather
meticulously updated, facilitating a story
already lived and felt next to someone,
which even if it isn't versed enough,
influences all facets of emotional factors
that make substantial differences...
(one more kiss...؟‽) 🥂
That certain booze, (patiently...), has become
much more smoothly and extra friendly,
enough to offer us the miracle of a dream
with the flavor of some happy moments... —
also, of some sensations that could freeze
the space and time into an unending moment...
𓇼
(not for nothing
–'the ugly'–
doesn't exist anymore)
(someone took care to erase
all of its avatars
by pushing 'em away from us)
𓇼
Now, we can be found at the picturesque address
having the number, — (colors) —
having the doorbell, — (sunny waves) —
having the level, — (musical breath) —
having the distinctive signal, — (love) —
while all at once are successfully incriminated
for using the only one valid password, — (m·e·y·o·u)
tchin-tchin! santé🥂
