Truly Time is a vast Denful of Horrour, round about which a Serpent winds and in the winding bites itself by the Tail. Now, now is the Hour, every Hour, every part of an Hour, every Moment, which in its end does begin again and never ceases to end: a beginning continuing, always ending.
In the coastal strains of music full of lovers hopes and dreams upon, wearing only warmth, fresh scent of the ocean and delightfully joyous smile...I look deep in your dark gloomy ochi 'cross the oceans and lands between us, am aware by sweet memories your heart is tortured...and you are for eternity mine...
Your erotic,
A memoir of pleasure.
Caress the streets as through they held the touch of mink,
Leaving only trails of stardust.
Your eyes could Pierce hearts, leaving eternal scars of that moment,
Moments so bittersweet they linger upon the tastebuds of those who dare glance.
You, Stain eyes with curiosity
I dare not blink.
Yet, beauty cannot be forgotten,
Eternal Wisdom can never die ...