A mistress of spices came out of my dreams to write me.
One more evidence that some kind of magic can never die.
At least until our deepest cells keep singing...
I feel nice
like sugar and spice
A mistress of spices came out of my dreams to write me.
One more evidence that some kind of magic can never die.
At least until our deepest cells keep singing...
I feel nice
like sugar and spice
My legs are hurting 'cause my muscles shout out loud, yet this is a pain that makes me smile.
Stars are out again, so beautiful. I linger in wonder, then come back in. Stars are out again. So beautiful, so far away.
I could have just enjoyed what was there, but I decided to call you from behind your eyes. That was the time it all began, I guess.
You could have turned your glance away, and maybe you did try, but your eyes were born for truth, for you to be true to yourself. And you still had to learn how to spread your wings by then. So you chose to fly through wordwaves for a while.
That's how and when our innermost channels started to open, our spiritual fluids were allowed to flow inside out and around, each single cell was awakened to lightness, thus bringing our souls to silently melt while we thought to be asleep.
...
I was happy to make stars with you. I am glad we met in this life. Here's smiling at you, kid.
Awarmness noun
: when your heart realizes, perceives or knows where to find what it needs
[implies vigilance in observing or alertness in drawing inferences from what one experiences, plus the quality or state of being warm in temperature
and in feeling. It may produce a glowing colourful effect]
Homecoming, fulfillment, goodbye (or... goed-blij).
Everytime I touch you right there, then everything is illuminated.
The more you think of performance, the less you perform.
Italian translator fond of words, music, and life
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