J olly and exquisite pleasures, I melt with each image.
O f your scenes, I\'m Hostage, no ransom will be asked.
E ternal youth, silhouette inlaid on the film, I look at them and look at again, never ruffled, nor wrinkled.
P hantasm of my days, you don\'t have access to my nights.
E yes penetrating, seducers, tender, sovereign, merry, sincere, a little macho, a bit of melodrama, I avoid resisting .
N ausea of the heart, of the spirit, you are a delighting derivative.
N either pain, nor joy, I start, I finish, I imagine.
Y earning of Transitory and virtual feeling, I wander and I plane on erotic feelings.