your longing mushroomed in the forest of my thoughts, giving some frissons, pushing me to lose control like in telenovelas... ‧‧‧‧ (desire of breathing love demands extravagance) • (your lips breathe my bloody lips) • (the crazy love's breeze reaches out everywhere) • (your smile wants driving me crazy) (how much you want from me, baby?) • i searched for me in your thoughts, — i didn't find myself in there… at all

(call 911), explain to it, explain to them, — I am in trouble, I fell in love with you, I need to be infused intravenously with your schmaltzy kind and your polychrome (call 911), explain to it, explain to them, — my soul's full of clouds and heavy rains it sings a blues, (as incantations) as if it is the honeyed slave of your soulfulness (call 911), explain to it, explain to them, — your sun transfixed my eyes and muses, my senses are in agony of love and pathologically, I look as if I am a temporarily insane kind in a cliché (call 911), explain to it, explain to them, — my mind has been corrupted, got bleached, it keeps me captured in something similar to quarantine… I desperately need you to get me cured if you cannot or can you keep a secret, pardon me, but the dear politeness it doesn't give a damn what others think, — (call 911), explain about it, explain to them