Where are my good manners?

I could introduce adequately, but, actually, that is not necessary. You will know me enough and very quickly, depending on a range varied of variables. It is enough tell that, in some point of time, I will rise myself about you, with all the possible cordiality.
Your soul will be in my arms. There will be an inn color in my shoulder. And I will carry you although kindly.
At this moment, you will be laid down. (Rarely I find foot people.) It will be solidified in your body. Perhaps there are a discovery; one scream will drip by the air. The only sound that I will hear after of this will be my own breathing, besides the sound of the smell of my steps.
The question is: what will be the color of everything at this moment in which I arrive to seek you? Which will tell the sky?
Personally, I like the chocolate color sky. dark, very dark chocolate. People tell that he agrees with me. But I try to like all the colors that I see, the whole spectrum. A billion flavors, more or less, none of them exactly equal, and a sky to suck devagarinho. Strip for contundência of the tension.
It helps me to relax."