I heard all your whispers of love and passion, in the fascinating schemes, made by lyrics of songs . In the amalgam of shadows and lights on sifting, I found myself apologizing for no certain reason, in front of people I've never met or heard about. Too enthusiastic, my faith in love has manifested as if it were touched by the gentleness of a violin set in your corner, making me seem atypical, as if I was willing for your dreams to get wasted instead of being protected, to not being stolen or by virtue, you to see me in the crown, willy-nilly, classified. Saying these, I hope you'll accept any act of mine, this coup de foudre between me and you, bywords chic, inclined to dance, monkey to look alike, in this absolute transition of my love to your nest, – alien.

from now on, exactly as it comes, I will kiss each moment just so, till everything will vanish, while you and me, we'll dissipate, and we'll not be googly anymore ‧ from now on, exactly as it comes, any tale will rest in its own way, costumed with your thoughts, which have been spread by each emotion, we experienced about ‧ from now on, exactly as it comes, it'll be set, a different kind of love, perhaps a lucky love, for offering what I am looking for, in sounds, and colors, shapes, and mystery ‧ from now on, exactly as it comes, the fantasy in its new potency, will be, just as it is, a joy, a tint, a melody, a touch, a feeling, a lust, (confirmed to me, saint honesty)

when your thoughts are touching mine,  it's in a foreign language; even if everyone seems to understand it,   the truth is known only by me and you; our minds and bodies hold our secrets into a word equivalent to the mirage; it's an inspiration for us to don't give up; (i got you...), (you got me...)

❝ So many days, oh so many days seeing you so tangible and so close, how do I pay, with what do I pay? The bloodthirsty spring has awakened in the woods. The foxes start from their earth, the serpents drink the dew, and I go with you to the leaves between the pines and the silence, asking myself how and when I will have to pay for my luck. Of everything I have seen, it’s you I want to go on seeing: of everything I’ve touched, it’s your flesh I want to go on touching. I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping. What am I to do, love, loved one? I don’t know how others love or how people loved in the past. I live, watching you, loving you. Being in love is my nature. You please me more each afternoon. Where is she? I keep on asking if your eyes disappear. How long she’s taking! I think, and I’m hurt. I feel poor, foolish, and sad, and you arrive and you are lightning glancing off the peach trees. ...

like a fool, I dreamed of you from forever tired of watching me, the universe created a deep space just the two of us to be able of sharing each other our love instead of loving you I preferred to lose myself in visions of my own and instead of loving me you preferred what you still full time preoccupied of public opinion, our realm got reduced till it disappeared like a season and I loved you like a crazy, wildly and ghostly without understanding why and what happens and you loved me, too I've found out in a new spring, — you, gratuitous blue, — you, astronomic joy looking for miraculous in another limelight