Any ending-year whispered to me, — you're like the most lovely poetry, as unreal as you are true, clad in your mysterious air of a manuscript. And yet, like my predecessors, I've got to abdicate now. It's a reason to 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. So, take me like a figment dressed in verses and waltzes, then, hold me tight in your arms, purely and intensely, for our love to rise over borders, and to be irrevocable, and to fulfill our story concretely from one letter to another letter, from one word to another word, from one tune to another tune, and to have butterflies, and to feel like I'm flying with myriad beautiful vibrations, wandering throughout the world, through thoughts and souls, and …you'll collect kisses for dreams, and give aim for life-paradise with the p...

I'm gonna love you as you are, — innocent… harmless… and… without too many questions… I'm gonna love you gentle… sophisticated… subtle… and tender… to remember about me until the next time… Are you laughing...? I'm gonna love you as you are... (I need you...) — (for…) (؟?) (for...) (forever…)

here I am, organic, fragile, timid, sought by your wonder-working in the foreplay of heart and soul, with the transparency of a smile at the rendezvous of thoughts in the voyage of music anthology, felt explicit in the vibe of a word, mine and yours, tacit wild thing

I don't want anymore our tempo to be interrupted by some outsiders all I wanna listen to is your very coquetted rustles caressing my eardrums everything else, the others can only dream will happen to them, — (it just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in), — a precious sensation, a yearning climax, next to a furtive smile, — yours, mine, jazzing up in a whispered touch like is today, ᵀᴼDʳᵉᵃᵐAᵇᵒᵘᵗYᵒᵘ‧‧‧

❝ Little rose, rose little one, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as though I’ll clasp you like this and carry you to my mouth, but suddenly my feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips: you have grown, your shoulders rise like two hills, your breasts wander over my breast, my arm scarcely manages to encircle the thin a new-moon line of your waist: in love, you have loosened yourself like the seawater: I can scarcely measure the sky’s most spacious eyes and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth..... ❞    

a dreaming whisper, a tender sound, — [my soul sautéed] ‧ a few drops of honey, an exotic condiment, — [you bath in my fire] ‧ an amalgam of feelings, a hurricane of emotions, — [both overwhelmed] ‧ ₘhᵐᵐ‧‧‧ head over heels

«It's part of a sci-fantasy-transmedia fairy tale called, The Everything Nothing. It's about creation, fractured identity, and transcending physical form. Its orchestral tapestry of sound and melody will be worming the way down of your ear canal to the base of your spine through a mesmerizing short video where two soulmates are reunited in a multidimensional plane of existence». It's  Starman 

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 very early in the morning, the childhood memories have received a spectacular transfer from the marvelous snow queen. The jovial flakes have exploded away from their crystal castle, hidden in a subtle silvery curtain, to tame the untamed child in me. The acolytes, acting as snow's buds, mystique adorned into delight, applied me an intense anesthesia, elaborately quilted in festivity effect. Delicately, their natural flawlessness have nestled around me, compiling so the scent of my buoyant disposition that transmits inexplicable emotions. The childhood memories smiled at me. I smiled right back at them, as well. 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🥂 🎄

a minor fragment from a smooth music, next to a luxurious, robustly, ruby wine, exhibiting a carnal physical palpation, combined to the burst of a flirty laugh, calibrated in a pale light which invades the atmosphere of our soul, enveloped in subtle veils of some dearly caresses with ⟮you⟯, on my mind, – ⟮I⟯, on yours, discussing discusses to blur the silence in a phase when we're kissed by dreams 🎄

it's nothing but a blue moon sipped pianissimo with cognac in the abstract of a clepsydra it's nothing but a blue moon not a mentalist or a magician or appearances of some wizard it's nothing but a blue moon with many thoughts, touching each cell sublime until orgasm it's nothing but a blue moon but who's the moon and who's the blue, no one debated it has already been engraved and fulfilled agonistically to fly you to fly me‧‧‧ to the moon

At an end of the world You to the other one I Not talking just listening to a fenced harmonious murmur A silhouette, rising up on Different-Shades-of-Blue I am When-She-Dances the reason you watch me Unbroken, you see me… sweet, like a sin  🫦 tchin-tchin! santé  🥂

— how is, about right now, — (the subject of love‧‧‧) — [the subject of love‧‧‧] is like a shadow of a tiny     silvery-golden light with a blue dusted still — how is, about right now, — (the conversation‧‧‧) — [the conversation‧‧‧] is almost like a silent noise     felt like having the taste of the wild fruits — how is, about right now, — (the emotion‧‧‧) — [the emotion‧‧‧] is like a fluffy cloud     with the scent of winter — how is, about right now, — (the echo‧‧‧) — [the echo‧‧‧] is like a gentle murmur of the whistling — how is, about right now, — (a favorite color‧‧‧) — [a favorite color‧‧‧] is like a delicatessen — how is, about right now, (dear, You‧‧‧) — [dear, You‧‧‧] it's equipped with a delicatessen     of a gentle fluff through a tacit shadow — how is, about right now, (dear, I‧‧‧) — [dear, I‧‧‧] it's composed in the company of a favorite color     with the sound of pleasure in the love's conversation — how is, about right n...

I'm going to surround you, invade you, and caress you fragmented, — phrasing, rounding, and mixing your first mood, whispered and glinted to me jubilantly. °.○ I will travel in your mind with my visions conjugated at past tense in your present. °.○ I'll make you wish to have been born in my moisture aura built with moments from a season with December's scent in endless debates and frisky flirtation and citrus and frost. °.○ I will nourish you with seductive words sculpted with drops of warmth with ice to keep a dual strong flavor, intensely and sharply draped with the tiny tender bites of a ravishing smile smelling of fable and bizarre longing with endless echo in the scent of an untied happiness. °.○ Happiness smells good. Happiness is me smelling of you. I exist in your existence to turn me on, to turn you on and on and on and on...

“ may i feel, said he (i'll squeal, said she just once, said he) it's fun, said she (may i touch, said he how much, said she a lot, said he) why not, said she (let's go, said he not too far, said she what's too far, said he where you are, said she) may i stay, said he (which way, said she like this, said he if you kiss, said she may i move, said he is it love, said she) if you're willing, said he (but you're killing, said she now, said he) oww, said she (tiptop, said he don't stop, said she oh no, said he) go slow, said she (come...?, said he ummm, said she) you're divine, said he (you're Mine, said she) ”

Dear to Me ❝ [...] I expected you, and Like this, I need you, Like this, I love you, and to those who want to hear tomorrow that which I will not tell them, let them read it here, and let them back off today because it is early for these arguments. Tomorrow we will only give them a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf which will fall on the earth like if it had been made by our lips like a kiss that falls from our invincible heights to show the fire and the tenderness of true love.  ❞

defoliate me of all yesterday showing me the way you feel on this very sidereal moment defoliate me in your longings dizzily possessed and penned by love's palpable attendant defoliate me in now's climate on this planet of paradise with your lips respiring mine

  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

Nothing is more beautiful than talking to the sea. You start to talk to it irrelevant stuff, telling a few simple stories, as if it might mean something. The sea doesn't stop you. It's listening to you. Even gives you that feeling, encouraging you to confess while it morphs your soul in harmonious healing waves. Involved in a dialogue with an imaginary presence, your status quo, instantly, ends up rolling back and forth. Till you see the change, a smile already populates your face. It's no wonder why the play of the lips, the frisson, the elegant acceptance, the conversation scene, coexist in a lush blue realm at open-minded degree.

Today, my thoughts are taken out of a playful wave’s tale. In their timidity seem are touching gently the fine sand, but in reality, they're liking better to get camouflaged in a unitary sound of the sea’s Rhapsody from a realm which was created in a fairyland of a savaging cosmos… There… the sea is psychedelically blue in the summer and irritably in the winter, gliding more in a grayish hue. Reason for sailors to describe it as the one with a world of its own meant to urge you at melancholy while its tints penetrate the fiction to conserve the myths, the legends, the poems. This fact affected, in the beginning, the sea’s name, famed as Póntos Áxeinos and later, during the age of colonization, as Euxinus, remaining so for a while, a preferred one, ideal to take you somewhere in a delightful classy colony, where wild ridges have never been conquered, but only the hopes. So, today I walk in a realm touched by those whose muses know a formidable trick to tempt you in music’s phanta...

i'm abandoned... abandoned mannerly only in your mind and soul i'm absorbed... absorbed privily at the very mention of your name i'm meditating... meditating like roses' petals in continuous creation i contemplate at you… you... abandoned, you... absorbed, you... meditating

Mysterious, a playful flake, straight from the morning, it knocked at my window and discharged the magic of Her Majesty, Deity Snow, full of her bounty of senses. On top, in a fleeting moment, at the hour of a winter song, briskly stole a kiss from me and it placed it on your lips, like a wintry charming mantle to see me... ⟮in your dreams⟯. 🎄