I let my mind be caught and decorated in a story portrayed in the colored sound of your fairyland well expressed in the language of lavender flowers trained to whisper tenderly and to wear my name in the fragranced echo of your velvety thoughts, you,   magnificent deity, the magician of my love who let self abandoned in my sweet drunkenness

i have an empirical, never-ending dream that knows nothing but roving recklessly through the headquarters of pleasure  one while  music shows its divine assistance

if my mind and intuitions are provoked, if the blood trembles through my veins, if stormy passions get me back to life, if my principles are sliced while i act as an addicted without even knowing why, it's cos, perturbed, i incline to cast away to see no more ghosts but simply to fly without wings, convinced i'll be caught by two invisible arms in my  free-falling ; if a new sentiment appears as if the one i was once, feels embodied in someone i'd wanna be, lingering beyond palpable, it's because i met a charming one, who sipped me with music's mystery , even if i still haven't found what i'm looking for