Inside I hold a contemplation of what the World is about, and I dress myself in the change of becoming it.

It tastes like blueberry dark chocolate when I kiss the night lips, and It tastes even more deeply flavoured each time.
Because,
I'm a rythmic learner propelling flame.
What I burn myself in -:- deeply transforms me.
I'll become stronger and ascend in colors shapping the beautifull sky.

The windows are open, so the invitation is closer than the stars and me, we're all melting (among the holyness of chocolate, perhaps..)
For where is Love tecnology, our wings no longer hold on to the misterys of vast distance.

Our Love was already, before it will always be.