an end, it addresses gently to a new beginning

each passing year whispered to me,
you’re the most beautiful poetry…
as such unreal as you’re true,
clad in your mysterious air
of a manuscript, but I have to
abdicate now, so, keep me
in your thoughts to remain
as a mark of those seconds
out of the hottest and
tendentious taste of yours…
to each one, I whispered, —
I’m easier than a thought
in your mind and heavier than
a dream that you could dream.
Take me like a figment
waltzing dressed in verses
then, hold me tight in your arms,
purely and intensely for our love
to rise over borders, to be irrevocable
and to fulfill concretely our story
from one letter to another letter,
from one word to another word,
from a tune to another tune…
to have butterflies,
to feel like I’m flying with all
those vibrations wandering
throughout the world, through
the thoughts, souls and… —
we’ll collect kisses for dreams,
and we’ll give meaning to
a life-paradise with
the passionate shiver of our
sprightly soul full of love…
 ________________Well, —
At this very moment, my heart
beats in mad rhythms, rhythms
of desire, passion, and longing
through the Eventide Clockworks.
So I closed my eyes thinking a bit
just for myself, — there’s nothing
comparable as an embrace after
one long… [absence?] 😉 nothing
than fitting my face into the curve
of your shoulder, filling my lungs
with the scent of you, — therefore,
as if by magic I’d have a handful
of stardust, I’ll spread it all over,
so close your eyes and think
for a moment in miracles!
The first desire that will come
to your mind… will be fulfilled

🙂_____________ tchin-tchin!
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi


I’m gonna love you as you are,
innocent, harmless, and
without too many questions.
I’m gonna love you
gentle, sophisticated,
subtle and tender
to remember about me
until the next time.
Are you laughing…?
I’m gonna love you as you are…
I need you…
for… forever

Chris Rea

wild thing

here I am, organic, fragile, timid
sought by your wonderworking
in the foreplay of heart and soul
with the transparence of a smile
at the rendezvous of thoughts
in the voyage of music anthology
felt explicit in the vibe of a word,
mine and yours, tacit wild thing

un p'tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

i wanna…

I don’t want anymore as any stranger to interrupt
our rhythm. The only thing that I wanna hear about
is your melodious whispers caressing for me,
the eardrum. What I felt always with you,
the others can only dream that it’ll happen to them…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

in you the earth

❝ Little
rose little one,
at times,
tiny and naked,
it seems
as though you would fit
in one of my hands,
as though I’ll clasp you like this
and carry you to my mouth,
my feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips:
you have grown,
your shoulders rise like two hills,
your breasts wander over my breast,
my arm scarcely manages to encircle the thin
a new-moon line of your waist:
in love, you have loosened yourself like the seawater:
I can scarcely measure the sky’s most spacious eyes
and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth….. ❞
Pablo Neruda
Lowell Hopper — In Your Eyes

head over heels

a dreaming whisper
a tenderly sound
my soul is browned;
a few drops of honey
exotic condiment
bathed in the gentleness
of my fire;
the amalgam of feelings
inspires a hurricane
of emotions‧‧‧
ₘhᵐᵐ‧‧‧ head over heels

© ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
Finn Kleffmann


«It’s part of a sci-fantasy transmedia fairy tale called, The Everything Nothing. It’s about creation, fractured identity, and transcending physical form. Its orchestral tapestry of sound and melody will be worming the way down of your ear canal to the base of your spine through a mesmerizing short video where two soulmates are reunited in a multi-dimensional plane of existence». It’s Starman

if anybody asks you…

the holy Christmas it’s here… 
the house is adorned with apple pie flavor 
pampered with cinnamon, 
with the brioches smeared in honey 
filled with the suppleness of the bitter cherries 
dressed in fine chocolate and 
sprinkled with the holy myrrh of almond, 
haunted by some gingerbreads 
with the collarette of sour cream 
softened in essence of orange and lemon, 
exactly as the traditional spirit asks and invites, 
disguised among of unstable sausages, 
steamed steaks and other goodies 
wrapped in cabbage leaves, and vine leaf, 
spurred with the booze of gods…—
and for completing the atmosphere, 
all are spiced with jokes, dance, and music, 
in the presence of dearest ones, 
even if some of them are near or far…— 
have a bon appetit wherever you are… 
the love is felt… and is reloaded
over and over, again, if anybody asks you

Chris Rea

happy holidays!

the Christmas is near

waiting to be received 
with gentleness, 
with the sweetish soul, 
with the cheery gaze,
with the mellow thought 
wrapped and hypnotized
by love; the basic essence
found in each of us,  
the one which shaped us
from the early beginning
happy holidays!

crystal castle

Winter Love by Anastasia Pankova

Even from the morning,
the childhood memories
received a cool refresh
from the snow queen.
Big flakes, in their joviality
split a fine curtain of snow.
Delicately, their beauty
has been surrounded me
gathering some mixed notes
of my dainty emotions.
Acolytes, they dragged me
inside of a crystal castle
applying me anesthesia with
prolonged effect of festivity
[dunno for how long time]؟


traversing the heart of yours

tchin-tchin ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

— How tall do you suppose to be a Christmas tree?
— Well, I think it should be only adorned.
— And then?
— Then fill the glasses with a pompous wine. A princely one having the spirit of a gigolo, just enough to be a bit confusing through the scent of those delicious dishes that arouse some ideas along with a corruptible color for waking up contradictory tastes and flavors that invoke the freshness but also provokes you to commit the experienced sweetly sin sufficient to accept lucid and confident your ageless soul, irresistible and full of vigor craving for the special moment of this graceful, merry and divine day similarly like you loved sincerely and passionately using the charm of your spirit on the big wave traversing the heart of yours, entire year…

Donavon Frankenreiter

on my mind

Life is Like..... by Jacqui Faye

smooth music, — a sensual ruby wine,
robust, having a carnal spirit palpation
likened to the burst of cheery laughter
calibrated in a pale light which invades
the atmosphere of my soul wrapped in
subtle veils of some desired caresses,
you on my mind discussing discusses
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Brian Culbertson

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