Bishop Of White


Now, I’m desolated more than ever
since I feel richer by you,
and the sun and moon sit on my forehead,
now it is the worst and best for me.
And there’s no one to help us,
the people barely keep all their owns,
and on a white wall with the silent muses,
to find a way, the Blacks Bishops seeks.

[ and I love you with so much pity and horror
thinking that all you got, deserve to be mine
as a Bishop Of White, that captures
the Black Queen for the eternity.]x2

In stations, undesirable accidents
are coming in the midsummer, sad ‘n’ fright,
and I am full of imprudences gestures
to get you closer and to scare you.
Surrounding you with aberrant view things,
the fragile kids who’re leading in the back, their parents,
the old men with breasts gray and slopes bones,
and Albatrosses what come from dried horizons.

[ and I love you with so much pity and horror
thinking that all you got, deserve to be mine
as a Bishop Of White, that captures
the Black Queen for the eternity.]x2

I miss you and I’m looking for your face
in every edge of my mentality,
in the backside of the hand if I take the sand,
I feel a ring how’s playing like the bride.
I hear you in the battles every here and there,
your guard soldiers make reverence to you,
my love, my dearest with so bigger problems,
with the Slavin face and name of a Queen…

[ and I love you with so much pity and horror
thinking that all you got, deserve to be mine
as a Bishop Of White, that captures
the Black Queen for the eternity.]x2

poem by Adrian Paunescu │ performer, Emeric Imre 

translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

deep blue


I just wanna know (what we’re gonna do)
if we’ll sail to that analogic freedom, with
the lively spirit and the ability to multiply
and to simplify any equation, inducing so,
the next deep blue movement out of any
tendency and any radical exponent of any
starting position justified in any tie game
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

The Legendary Tigerman │ Paul Rodgers │ 10cc

if…


Étienne Daho ft. Charlotte Gainsbourg 

as if you could read my thoughts,
you should already know I’m lost
lost between, — and in-between‧‧‧
and as I know you, you’ll show up
muttering to me, — you’re not lost,
you’re with me traveling wherever
your fantasy with mine together is
steady in a sinful harmony as‧‧‧ if
_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

trust in me


Put into a magic box: a sheaf of silence,
a thread of happiness, two drops of hope,
about two hands full of dreams, and
the rest, as well as it fits, put freedom…
Put the lid, also put and a small key,
on one side (to the left is necessary),
then rotate it three times, so will resonate
throughout the valley of your soul, a song.
Close your eyes until the song it ends,
because good fairies will dance around you,
and you don’t have to… to see them. Shush…
Shut your eyes and listen to… trust in me
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

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