i castrated the rancor of some people, applying to them, without hesitation, the sensuality of flowers' tranquility, letting 'em perceive just my bouquet ‧ tempting crust and core of my smile, i tinted it with the belle spirit and soul of the words' simplicity, to nourish joy, which, like a corset, belts their thighs ‧ when the sky's light is tousling beauty, my eyes linger on its savory message, – life, robed in the attire of poets in love has the calling to never let you down