you, the one who knows I love you beyond presence, beyond absence, stop having doubts about my vibe I have the scent of you, lined on me, the happiness is meowing on my lips, love moans, this time feels different • you, the one who knows I love you right from the threshold of dreams, I have in my eyes, passion's rhythm the smile of my desire kisses hungry and bursts out with its seducing potion, privileging your nerves in my nerves • you, the one who knows i love you beyond presence, beyond absence, stop having doubts about my vibe ⋯ [forever, it's just you, just I, beyond]

On any cloud of the sky I wrote the words of my soul to you… with the angels' quill dipped in the ink of stars , using the symbols of the quasar created by my splash of colors in the curve of your zenith On any cloud of the sky I have the moves of the fantasy for the poesy you are, my muse of the muses , the lure of my demons the metaphor of the metaphors the surreal of my realities On any cloud of the sky, it has been embodied by me the whispers of the universe with the smile of an I love you…, but as if the poetic mood I am doesn't feel human, you lured it to be your  safeguarding cocoon for I am your passion's dialect