surround me with your love when the whispers of nights reconcile the silence felt in the meditation; when the longing behaves like a happy dreamer, bringing new and appealing desires, for renaming the deepest calls for each joy that melts in memories and thrills kept so well in an untold witchery

…the whispers of nights tamed our silence, pervaded in the conceptualism of a longing that wears our dreams and desires, invited by a feeling within the feelings of a feeling, garnished with the subtle calls of allusions , just to stop the clock at hope's frisson hour

Put into a magic box: a sheaf of silence , a thread of happiness , two drops of hope , about two hands full of dreams , and the rest, as well as it fits, put freedom ... ‧ Put the lid on. Put a small key in there too. On one side… (to the left is necessary). Then rotate it three times, so will resonate an electric velvet song in  your soul's jungle . ‧ Close your eyes until the song will end, because good fairies will dance around you, and you don't have to, (to see them). Shush... Shut your eyes and listen to... trust in me.