The arena of liquid poetry

Sensory wandering thoughts, captured in a crystal-colored goblet. Harmonious aromas, thousands of them, caress the tongue, caress it, dance on it in harmony with the night. A painting, composed with beautiful moments of magic, captured in a frame of poetry. A perfume, essences, the alchemist's tincture. A manifesto of meticulously pursued longing. A feeling of security. A river with only one destination. That the orchestra of liquids drives you up to satisfy the desire and you dance with the angels.


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