…smoothly, with the help of some memories, I kissed your mild summer wine and I sank in its orbit, at once ‧ a yore playful cicatrix got cured,  as if the happiness I looked for was hidden through its chalice ‧ and yet, if you feel me all around you, as if you'd breathe what I breathe, don't get brunched by yourself ‧ wait for a while for the call of my thoughts kissed by a delicate summer wine enough to get you to sink in the orbit where I am

…here we go again, feeling guilty as it is any starved animal …searching for nutrients or whatever might feed the spirit ‧ …quench the thirst, push loneliness and all fear away ‧ …here we go again, to french-toast with goodnight kisses …ending as we started, frenglishly together, like mongrels