On the canvas of my daydream ,
I cast the overchanging landscape
of an unknown girl
twin of all my follies ...
Together we went on a long journey ,
only to never meet ...
A pinch of salt that isn\'t quite dry
and sticks to your lips .
And this curve of a tender breast
that sleeps away ...
Please hold the pose love !
You sweep me into the dizzying whirlwind
of your imaginary world ,
a heady jazz sound in the moon ...
Liquid flame burning in my Harlequin\'s heart ,
which captivates the appareances of the seasons...
I imprint the seal of solitude on the parchment .
Elusive perfume of your senses
at my intimate celebrations ...
I \'m waiting for to complete this landscape
behind Mona Lisa \'s enigma ...
You are not the virgin holding the autistic child .
Prima donna posing nude .
A little cheeky a tad indecent ...
That\'s how I long for you .
Portrait that remains unfinished .
Features changing at the will of an inspired vertigo...