running with the wolves

running with the wolves
of an exquisite vocabulary,
knight of the pen, guided
by the religion of music,
it springs up somewhere
in a spectacular ceremony

there, dreams don't frown,
because love's structure
is painted obsessively
about you, about me... both
in a white silence splendor,
dripping confidently... lust

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs