Like a child of the moon , I'm meandering myself in a culture that you're sharing each day, framed into a square, so attentively and so devoutly, and also visible everywhere where an energy wheezes. Makes me feel as if I get you as I got you on me, orienting proudly the mask of your love , marked smoothly and tactlessly by a muse for me by you.

It was only a drink, and my mind climbed on a tiny cloud to listen to your smile with the sweetest tremor of lust, murmuring... (slow an´ easy), structurally, (love´s interlude), — good night, my love‧‧‧ Bilingual, I whisper to you, — I'm here... I'm there... I'm everywhere... (I listen to you). Do the same to have a (good) day and night, alike. After all, — (happiness is a warm gun). Keep it so... here... there... everywhere I am. 

my soul is burning with love; inside there you burn with me