Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

my tactic is — tactless, unfitting is — to fit some words, unseemly seems to seem discreet of indiscreet improvised and hasty, to love you well, — diversified, as is the moving rise of mine, — instantly numb, — not negligently, always... — sentimental

I'm gonna be home for the holidays. The sweet figurines of chocolate with colorful taste, the candies, and cakes moistened gallantly will aromatize the house with traditional specialties created in my agnostic language to bring the balance in contrast with sacred liqueurs of gods which have the aim to cherish this treasured day as each moment to be manifested in the fluid harmony of music with funny steps gently pirouetted in front of smiles and tender gestures adapted in the special K manner of the event.