Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

it hurts, — ⋯ it hurts me to see some misunderstanding just cos I say too often, — I love you ⋯ it hurts me to see some dismissing my eyes just cos they're smiley for you spread on me joy ⋯ it hurts me to see some screechy haunters detesting with no reason your tiny knitted kisses ⋯ it hurts me to see some scandalmongers for they feel abandoned  just cos you light me up ⋯ it hurts me to see some souls' phariseeism just cos I sugar you fervidly as you give me that feeling ⋯ it hurts, — it hurts them a lot ⋯ it hurts me only five minutes

show or give to some people a little of your kindness, and at a time they will treat you with infirm feelings (life has the severe ability to make you feel this climate) ⋯ don't correct people's mistakes, in the end, their egotism will do that for them (life has the very ability to teach you to be an observer) ⋯ sometimes, people's characters shift up or down, similarly to their greatness or vileness (life has the exquisite ability to make you think in how to cope with people's imbecility) ⋯ some souls are energy, spreading out optimism, but other's souls are impotent, scared by their shadows (life has the telepathic ability to inspire you and detect what includes the value of your happiness) ⋯ nevertheless, we accept to coexist in this idyllic world, on a fraction of the sky, on a fraction of a dream... a.s.o. (life has the full-time ability to keep us occupied letting us the greatest and most complete impression, —) ⋯ we do much by doing nothing else but living in...

beyond my window is you talking with I don't know who but looks as if you're talking with me in an irrational dialect radiating so, in your eyes, the entrance towards my soul beyond of you is the moon, — the window toward dreams, where some dogs bark to guard fancies' sheepfold by some stars that lurk if you talk with I don't know who but looks as if you're talking with me beyond these hazy thoughts is a porcelain tome which tries your imagination to ask yourself if you are the one who's beyond my window, barking like a dog, guarding fancies' sheepfold, lurking the stars in my eyes

your glinting light peers into my deep darkness which pulsates when it hears your dulcet tone your ember, savors along with the sky's intuition the stamina of my body as you move smoothly your light, the thought, my darkness, the dream, are looking for each other on the music's waves both, learned to dance with each second offered, minimizing the distance from the mood we're in (whispered the kiss's butterflies, detached out of the dream I am not any, but your lady love divine to the thought you're not any, but forever my love)

In the earthly bit of the day, I dress up in the sky's scent. The sun's rays, like beads, adorn my neck. The accessories of my ears are grounds internet's playlist. On my lips, velvety and soft, reflect the smile's tint. Listening to my thoughts, the wind creates my hairstyle. The sea is my mirror while my eyes hum time's beauty. Out of nowhere, playfully, a thought climbs in my mind. I salute the life's mood and continue our chit-chat. Maybe an eye of my soul cries, but surely, the other smiles. If I feel confused I'll be fixed. Nothing happens randomly. Life is stuffed with anything... I breathe it. It breathes me.