celui qui t’a puni l’a fait
the one who punished you did it
with engineering art of wordsmith
touched by an indomitable lust
celui qui t'a puni l'a fait
avec l'art de l'ingénierie de manieur de mots
touché par une luxure indomptable
I'm Confessin'
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.
