The right amount of haze
The right amount of night
The right city, the right place
The proper company and just the conversation that goes along
The proper bottle of chardonnay
A certain sound, a certain song,an exact order of notes
All this things will make the wonder of your scent appear.
The danger is that it is never the same order, the same enchantment.Crazy magic lies in the fact that you can appear at ANY moment.
Each awakening, each sorrow, every sight and every darkness is a step towards the rite of your presence.
A neverending trance, a now very unfortunate bewitchment that I'll never unbound.
The loop is the spell is the loop.
Inebriated with the feeling I shout "BE HERE NOW!"
All this goes on in the lifetime of a sad whisper. In a second of intoxicated weakness I stumble and spit "it's nothing it's nothing it is NOTHING"
And the spell passes.
Isn't it crazy?