sweet love child…

il n’y a pas d’invitation plus séduisante…… —

come è fatto da una donna…………………………
il n’y a pas de plus grande transformation, —
come è creato da una bella storia d’amore…….
et prélude a commencé………………………………

anteriormente di tu conoscere, — her name…
 déduit, [sweet child o’ mine],[sweet love child],
[sweet lady], chuchotement magiques di pecati
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Luna │ Europe │ Jónas & Einar

first song

today my soul is a painter painting with intense ability 
the sounds of a dream that still exist somewhere and 
could be visualized at this moment in the mind of some 
 who knows, i’m his girl… his first song [a tango blues]
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ⁽ᵏᴼᵏᴼ⁾ 
Friends ♪
Eric Clapton, Steve Gadd, Marcus Miller, Joe Sample, David Sanborn ♪

of dreams

something out of me
looks for something
out of you somewhere
in the realm of some
certain kind of dreams
à la longueur d’onde
de l’énergie d’amour
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
 ❝ She said I know you!
…and I wanted her to know me.
She said it’s beautiful!
…and I asked her to show me.
We walked through gardens
where the flowers sang in colors,
We touched things that are
only sometimes touched by lovers.
Candy-colored beaches –
glassy water’s shown as the present.
Touched the sky with colors
that’s so beautifully glistened.
Magical music filled the air
and we did listen.
The sun’s shown down on her
through clouds of pink and orange…
She moved so gracefully
through silk and satin shadows,
We knew of things that one
can only know with eyes closed.
Her hair caressed the air
and made it sing.
She knew of love,
She knew of everything.
The sun has shown down on her
through clouds of pink and orange…
She spoke in words
that told of things that really matter,
Be kind to rabbits,
and have pity on mad hatters.
Her eyes possessed my sight as
I sat looking at her. ❞ 
— Morgen —

lying in my bed

Afternoon Dreamer 🎨 Monika Luniak

if you’re already on a path
without knowing where it leads
I’m gonna murmur to your ear
you’re already in my dreams
the frisson is hidden in a smile
the febrile indecency it is
a tender sweetly delectation
you’re lying in my bed

you’re the metaphor of my being

you dream with me

John Mayall
«It’s about 5 o’clock in the morning
I’m lying in my bed, looking at my sleepy-eyed pretty girl
I guess she’s asleep now; God, she’s so beautiful
She may not mean a thing to you because people don’t know her as I do
But if you’ve got someone you love very much you’ll know what I mean

Wish I could get to sleep; so many thoughts about her keep coming back and I’m so very tired
Things like how I’m going to learn to understand the way she feels inside
I want her to love me and let me be her man
But that sounds too possessive; it’s not meant to be, it just sounds that way
Or to search each other’s bodies with the sensitive pleasure of the newness of making love
So new in fact we didn’t get that far yet
We haven’t known each other that long so, for instance, we’re still strangers and hold back at certain times when we should be close

She told me she never had pleasure out of sex before, sort of like an ordeal a lot of the time
So I guess she doesn’t really trust men very much now
So it looks like that part of our relationship is gonna take a while to happen the way it should
That’s why it’s so hard for me to fall asleep with her lying here – looking so defenseless, desirable and feminine

Time is so short these days but there are some things that can’t be rushed and I can appreciate that loving her is one of those things, if anything worthwhile is to be accomplished
Funny how in the daytime I never get to feeling quite this way
I mean, I probably wouldn’t be thinking these sort of thoughts
I’m looking out the window, see the dawn coming and sleep will soon be taking me to where-ever she is now
Sleepy eyed pretty girl, why are we so separate and alone?
How do you feel when the doubts’s between you and the one you love
It’s still 5 o’clock in the morning and I’m still looking at her
I know she’s asleep now
She looks so beautiful yet so alone, so alone, alone»

non, je ne pas

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ—un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Non, non, non, non‧‧‧ Je ne regrette rien.
Mais aujourd’hui j’ai besoin de magie…
Je n’ai plus de poussière magique… —
C’est une raison fondée de me demander
si jamais viendra cette jour… quand, tu-tu,
tu vas regretter que nous ayons rencontré.

too much pride

haiku poetry

we long for love
but we’re full of pride
too much pride
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

Chris Rea ♪
Elena Filatova🖌

hold me tight

I’m gonna hide 
in a beautiful dream…
Wanna come over?
I want to fall asleep 
sensing your smell…
hold me tight
Paul McCartney

Oh beautiful!

Ewa Hauton 🎨 la capture du mouvement

Coffee, — some gentle caresses and
a dream, that’s still on my eyelashes,
are trying to send me back to you…
murmuring tenderly, — Oh beautiful,
wake up, shine on! Be the rose of sun.
Happiness waits for You. Invade it!
So, I confirmed myself, blooming up,
capturing the glow movement of love.

Joe Bonamassa │ Of the Giants

good morning, Love

Good Morning Deary by JasonSauveArt

[good coffee]
[my favorite bloom]
[and ice cream…]
[with caramel]
[to the sea…]
[and the sun]
[a few sonnets]
[and good music]
in the stomach]
[parfumed life…]
good morning, Love

Luther Allison

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