tell me something beautiful, she said, and he responded… — (∂ + m) ψ ✴ «In science, you want to say something nobody knew before in words that everyone can understand. In poetry, you're bound to say something everybody knows already in words that nobody can understand» ✴ (∂ + m) ψ   « If two systems interact with each other for a certain period of time and  then get separated, this can no longer be described as two separate systems. Somehow they become a single system. In other words, what happens to one of them continues to have impacts on the other. They're influenced by each other instantly, no matter how far apart they are... distant miles or light-years.»

my mood's sentiment is dynamiting in words using music's charm each impression is freshly dynamited with my bohème grace the best example is each song, —  all are a magnum opus

…he asked her, «how would you like to be touched‽» …and she, enraptured, answered to him like that, — ‧‧‧ i would like you to touch me as if you have to go somewhere far, far away, and you would like to remember about each part of my body, with my velvety skin, and with all my valleys, and curves that enriched my physique, and enticed you ‧ i would like you to touch me as if you'd be blind…, unable to recognize just with your gaze my shapes ‧ i would like you to touch me as if you were mute, and only your fingers can articulate all your words ‧ i would like you to touch me as if your hands have healing's power on my body, and feed me with your caresses, and therewith, you quench your hunger and thirstiness with the love in me ‧ i would like you to touch me as if you'd like to dance with me, an invented dance, and as if your hands are some kind of magic brushes with which you love to color my silhouette with shiny nuances, [your fire] ‧ i would like you to touch me as if you...

your eyes, lips, face, body, hands, feet and hair seem cabalistic, as if it's a sacred will, you to be sculpted in my mind, every day over again ∙ confident, I sowed on you a smile, dreamily and equally temptingly, with a strange color blue, chiseled to rent to you my graph to feel me

Here I am, — loving you. 𓇼 All satellites have been positioned relying on any move of my ankles. 𓇼 The operators and photographers have arranged the light, frames, samples, too. 𓇼 Look out for shadows. Fix my attire. I'm a sensitive kind. It's no time for details. 𓇼 All will appear on first page as the breaking news with other relevant words, until this edition ends.

maybe I'm not the one you think I am, — [maybe…] ‧ maybe I'm not the one I'd wish, or I should be, — [maybe…] ‧ but as I've been born without my consent, maybe too soon... …or maybe too late... I accepted myself with everything I am… [for sure…]

My mind comports itself like a courtesan. If I’m looking for something, — (there is). Any answer is shown and advanced to me in detail by magic’s charm of the universe in my present time, so well monopolized somewhere in the past, where my actions have already transpired, and where I paid many tributes, in coins of love, converted at an exchange office of a galaxy, with, — my chic, — Salut… [in a hypnotic manner] ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ Mon esprit se conduit tel qu’une courtisane. Si je cherche quelque chose, — (y a-t-il…). Toute réponse, est montrée et offerte à moi, en détail, par le charme magique de l’univers, dans mon temps présent, si bien monopolisé quelque part dans le passé, où mes actions ont déjà transpiré, et où, j’ai payé de nombreux hommages, en monnaies d’amour, convertis dans l’une office d’échange d’une galaxie, avec mon chic,– Salut… [d’une façon hypnotique]

«I choose to love you in silence… For in silence I find no rejection, I choose to love you in loneliness… For in loneliness, no one owns you but me, I choose to adore you from a distance… For distance will shield me from pain, I choose to kiss you in the wind… For the wind is gentler than my lips, I choose to hold you in my dreams… For in my dreams, you have no end.»