you didn't care if it will ever rain as long as it didn't rain with love ‧ because of this, I gave you rain, architected, carved, portrayed, till I turned myself into a rain, into a storm... into a hurricane ‧ a typhoon I became for you daily, with my rain of stars dreaming, with my rain of laughs kissing, with my rain of longings blowing on you, exactly as the rain pours, for no one loved me like you do

again the time hasn't any more patience and consigns my thoughts to look for you; again a lot of letters jumped out of images and solitary phrases with immaculate words majestic sculpted to create touches, thrills and playful feelings able to remember me about the aim of our rendezvous incarnated in a place hidden between lines of a song, of a shadow or a gentle light from a photo or colors, tints, and shapes of a painting with tout de suite of characters exposed in the spotlight of some subtle alliances gifted with a voice only to meet you again