preaching blues
where have you been, cos I looked for you,
it seemed you've staged your fictionality,
as if you've been there and yet absently
exactly like a clumsy god preachin' blues
adrenaline
every morning, before sniffing out the day's whispers, I'm taking first, my adrenaline's dose, [as usually] ‧ the sun, the chirping of the tiny sparrows, the breeze of the sea, try impressing my windowpane ‧ each of them takes care of any part of me, improving magically, my coiffure, my eyes, my mood ‧ the hugs, the kisses, the innocent giggles, are advanced by love's light that loves bathing in me...