high plains drifter

on the dreams' alley
my thoughts levitate smoothly
discords are absent

there, love flies to me
like the one high plains drifter
who has ghostly shapes

in the pics' language
our feelings are narrated
the music translates 'em

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs