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 bohΓ¨me 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 subst...
