i live like the season of happiness, where love is a siring virgin mood  ‧ i feel like a migratory bird, dégagé playing through all cardinal points ‧ like a stargazer, i pour my placidity, to satisfy you with its musical thrill ‧ and i stretch and i bloom, and i wait for your lips to fill me, to empty me ‧ and, all over again, i am untamable, artfully lured to your wacky dream

I scream with all my lungs and with all my other lives related to everything I am as a mom, woman, and wife, daughter, sister, and relative, colleague, teammate, friend, wanted, imposed, and loved; in invincible dreams entitled Healer, Fighter, Lover, or Hero and not a stork kind, seeped, created, or based in mysticism and not on scientific visions, - Stay Home! Home is our Weapon! Make yourself Unseen like that thing unseen, the COVID-19 which plucked our life.

you know all of me∙∙∙ • at the beginning everything was black and white; after that, it appeared blue and yellow • slowly, like a deity with an army of stars, i conquered all the earth's colors, diffusing on you a wild and exotic aroma of my essence • a few months later, undomesticated, — love bloomed invitingly, such as fresh roses‧‧‧ and concomitantly hungry, like the wolf

I've placed some memories in one of your pockets to be found by chance or why not, even to search for them, when you'll want to see, again, some shards of love, with which once I caressed you mapping to you a magic party... invoked seductively with some itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny positive formula, so nostalgic in beauty sealed and savagely gathered at a moment, when you, like me too, were all I needed [psst... you're all I need still...]