"From the red-tinged dawn, from the isolated seat where my pants were mesmerized, I thought I heard Van Gogh's brushstroke in the clear form of a sound. I swore that if I turned around I would see Venus in its purest state resonating in an ineffable melody. I couldn't have been more wrong, it was you. Limerence in its most virgin state is not enough to fulfill the concept I had of you, when the sumptuous sound of your voice indoctrinated me, it lodged forever on that butterfly that to this day remains in my belly. As soft as a Monet, your strings danced. Every breath you take when you speak, you overturn the utopia that lives in my heart. You can't deny me, your voice is innocent, but if you whisper like that, my shack would be bleeding amid dangerous flames, ethereal, elegant, submissive, trembling. I feel spoiled and pampered to have the privilege of your music devouring my auditory canals. Rest assured, deity. divine, not a single semitone of yours will escape my eardrums. ------------------------------------------------- Well, i wrote more but i don't want to take more time. Sorry.