By The Way

hybridized in each December skies' source, — i am, — generated by desires and dreams with talkative hands and piercing pupils ▫▫▫ hybridized in the synthesis of exquisiteness, — i am, — engendered in the mystery of poetry, pivoted by a major clandestine moment ▫▫▫ hybridized in the sun rays and flower buds, — i am, — a tangible caress of the shiver, in tandem with life sucking milk from an eager love ▫▫▫ hybridized in the zodiac of the majestic stars, — i am, — an ember unleashed, a soul-shaking whim, an entity, radiating optimism, stirring up joy

Today I rejuvenated. My face is mine. My heart has its own heart. The silver-white hair's coiffure shows a few strands of my golden blonde . My soul has its own soul. Today, my whole being cries out with joy. And it whispers. And it laughs. And it loves. Love loves to feel me in love. My beautiful face is even more beautiful, beautified by a few wrinkles. My body has a body. Lively. Firm. Supple. And attracts attention. All the looks. And my thoughts are realistic. My journey represents the journey. My steps lead to success. My everything shows the value. I radiate the elegance. Today, my life is reformed. On this day, like every year, I am again reborn, originally. More beautiful. Newer. More successful. I'm the energy. Today — (D13) — everyone can feel my true smell. Jasmine . Magnolia . I'm emanating a suave perfume from my every molecule. Today, I am embodied in happiness. Everyone around me smiles. Their thoughts and feelings smile, too. Dreams are alive. I live them. ...

the gravitational attraction is at home into this translation, rippled gracefully on creek's groove of longing's quench my tales' lips, so crystalline tenderized, interpret to you, sedated, on your cheek, words' silhouette, for you to absorb 'em in each crumb of your immune system meticulously, my narrative's blue eyes with their infinite fiends, authenticate you with their acting thrill equipped in yours and like Newton's disc, that certain thing‧‧ will roll in colors and all-white intensities, like the smile of this day, (D13), and a tchin-tchin 🥂, chic 🫦, à ma façon…

today's poetry found me traversing in new confessions of the happening for i am, so-so loved, so-so idolized, so-so kissed, hugged, and so fulfilled the noblest smiles are always here, next to me, so encouraging, so skilled, oxygenating any story i breathe daily, keeping buoyant love's blaze, intense so if i feel as if i am the moon's flower, the sun's fruit, having mellifluous lips, blood hot, inspiring any celestial body to get in, it's only because of this day (D13), (tchin-tchin 🥂 à la  ᵏᴼᵏᴼ‧‧‧ 💕) a manner illustrated to live without fear, smartly, confidently, for happiness is, I

his pictures have the tempo of the songs, because, he said, [that’s what love's about] 𓇼 look for 'em, his visions said, there is a light, even when every side seems black as night 𓇼 a color felt your spirit, flamboyant, he said, why do you think my camera's addicted to... 𓇼 you are the spicy smile to my melancholy, at my question, you're the answer I avoid it 𓇼 you're any present I exist, [endless desires], (he said to me), and me... I did a new playlist 𓇼 nobody's lonely; music's a sincere audience

winter holiday is present waiting to be hugged with much gentleness, with the sweetish soul, with a cheery gaze, with smooth thoughts in the halo of passion wrapped and hypnotized by love in vital essences, found in each and every day that shape us from the early beginning with same appetite to expose 🎄 …happy holidays  to you… to me… to us…

he licks the riffs, the melodies identify sounds of today's treasure exquisitely advanced just to me i'm into something good, 🥂 tchin-tchin! you know my name, you called me in your dreams…

into their playground love's atmosphere, she's abandoned herself unreservedly, (her sensuality spills passion) 𓇼 imprints of his lips shine on her smile while his lungs, lustily, scan her Venus, (anointed in her absolute) 𓇼 beauty wears the name of his climax… cryptic touches, delights, and suspires, — (a bohème time capsule into the wild)

same date, same month, same hour, different year exploring deeply the reflections of the story I am while other new chapters like many myriad others are waiting happily to be sublimely explored and invoked at the category of wonder with pleasure using some joyfulness & the visionary innocence of my spirit balanced delightfully at life's power in the abundance of love to my subtly delectation tchin-tchin à la ᵏᴼᵏᴼ🥂

honey on the lips, cheerfulness in the mind, soul full of colors, butterflies in the stomach, golden in your hands 𓇼 amusement at each step, everything to be designed with happiness and wrapped in the magic of love, when you fulfill a wish 🎄

I take a moment for myself. Here, I love you… The sky gets spruced up in an engraved attire with my thoughts spread in the light of yours for the stars to become shinier and the dreams to appear closer to our physical existence with my summer again in your summer rewind…

Imagination is just like facts. It's just as much as reality. It's like an intense, unknowing love. It's as deep, or perhaps even more focused than a shared but not materialized love. A love, which regardless of its form, doesn't waste any twinkle in gestures, or words that can't always be expressed but constantly appears on this day, D13. That's the truest truth… And yes, it's a pleonasm, à la ᵏᴼᵏᴼ more or less………….bad as hell tchin-tchin 🥂

the galaxy rotates in the rhythm of the music for an authentic mood of the dreamer you are, lost and delighted, breathing my love and will, to cut up the shield where I am with your lust; emotions felt, set the joy no matter whenever in a tender blue with a merry Christmas, baby, for love of December is adorned by your thrill wrapped in a little bit of everything traditional 🎄

we ceded to temptation and got caught in our dreams 𓇼 our dreams are velvety and made of stars 𓇼 stars bearing subtly our names 𓇼 names engraved with the colors of some future 𓇼 future perfumed jovially with the cosmic shape of love 𓇼 love orchestrated charming by you and me 𓇼 you and me, together wrapped in a fantasy realm 𓇼 once and for all, since then, till the world's end

TᵒDʳᵉᵃᵐAᵇᵒᵘᵗYᵒᵘ‧‧‧ I put on me something explosively  opting to get attired with you… from head to toe…

Any ending-year whispered to me, — you're like the most lovely poetry, as unreal as you are true, clad in your mysterious air of a manuscript. And yet, like my predecessors, I've got to abdicate now. It's a reason to keep me in your thoughts, to remain that mark of those seconds in your hottest and tendentious priorities. • to each one, I whispered, — ‧‧‧ I'm easier than a thought in your mind and heavier than a dream that you could dream. So, take me like a figment dressed in verses and waltzes, then, hold me tight in your arms, purely and intensely, for our love to rise over borders, and to be irrevocable, and to fulfill our story concretely from one letter to another letter, from one word to another word, from one tune to another tune, and to have butterflies, and to feel like I'm flying with myriad beautiful vibrations, wandering throughout the world, through thoughts and souls, and …you'll collect kisses for dreams, and give aim for life-paradise with the p...

winter holiday is present, waiting for you to hug it with gentleness, with the sweetish soul, with a cheery gaze, with smoothly thought wrapped and hypnotized by love, the vital essence found in each of us, — the one which shaped us from the early beginning … happy holidays! tchin-tchin 🥂 🎄

At an end of the world You to the other one I Not talking just listening to a fenced harmonious murmur A silhouette, rising up on Different-Shades-of-Blue I am When-She-Dances the reason you watch me Unbroken, you see me… sweet, like a sin  🫦 tchin-tchin! santé  🥂

— how is, about right now, — (the subject of love‧‧‧) — [the subject of love‧‧‧] is like a shadow of a tiny     silvery-golden light with a blue dusted still — how is, about right now, — (the conversation‧‧‧) — [the conversation‧‧‧] is almost like a silent noise     felt like having the taste of the wild fruits — how is, about right now, — (the emotion‧‧‧) — [the emotion‧‧‧] is like a fluffy cloud     with the scent of winter — how is, about right now, — (the echo‧‧‧) — [the echo‧‧‧] is like a gentle murmur of the whistling — how is, about right now, — (a favorite color‧‧‧) — [a favorite color‧‧‧] is like a delicatessen — how is, about right now, (dear, You‧‧‧) — [dear, You‧‧‧] it's equipped with a delicatessen     of a gentle fluff through a tacit shadow — how is, about right now, (dear, I‧‧‧) — [dear, I‧‧‧] it's composed in the company of a favorite color     with the sound of pleasure in the love's conversation — how is, about right n...

At this hour like that, the gentleness of the wind flows over me. The whole universe loves me. And… (again), my shiny fancy outfit is my pajamas… — (carefully...), — I've combined a feeling with a word, which contains much more philosophy than usual, using the magic power of some incantation and the essence of (why-what-who…) it is, — a kind of… quiet and good-natured,  (؟‽)  — a kind of… alluring and perfidious, (؟‽) — a kind of… honest and open,  (؟‽)  — a kind of… pompous and mischievous,  (؟‽)  — a kind of… mute and stubborn,  (؟‽)  — (while all together maintain the scent of my bohème beauty, wrapped kindly...) ,  (in one's mystery...)  (؟‽). Those things created some connection, allowing me to make a trip on a route that seems not to be similar but rather meticulously updated, facilitating a story already lived and felt next to someone, which even if it isn't versed enough, influences all facets of emotional factors that make subst...