silence...here we go
It's wrong to say, «often», when in fact you're coloring your words, constantly, in the hue of my dreams, provoking me to paint even the sounds full of passion and the silence of each hidden thought. Moments are flying with terms gathered in any instrument that breathes through the tones of my soul, enough to lay them on the velvety soul of yours, manifested every day in the chromatic of our galaxy. Without you and me, here we go, further, collecting any effect, proposed at the level of art with the opportunity for pigmenting all our senses, using the subtle tint of love, [red] – the loyal‧taboo, [blue] – as we are.
