come thru

should I make myself a coffee or a lemonade?
should I do what I want now or wait for later?
should I get to your harbor or stay in my roadstead?
should I see everything black-white or everything colorful?
should I be assisted by myself with white wine or green tea?
should I dress in a well-ironed shirt or a wrinkled coat?
should I bet on the winner or to bet on the dreamer?
should I be your naughty or to be your sweety?
should I have you in my soul or keep you in my mind?
which choices come online come thru‧‧‧ you

Kid Francescoli │ Triathalon


She's like a Rainbow 🎨 Vassilios Antonakos

in your world, I’m not lost;
I’m sniffing you as you are,
a silent scent rambling
in me till you distill yourself
making my soul worship
at the sky and ground at once
having altar’s place the sea
and the sunshine itself, —
enough you to recognize me
and fairly to rediscover you

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

🎨 Vassilios Antonakos
subject, — She’s like a Rainbow

… … … …

dans ton monde, j’ne suis pas perdu;
j’te renifle comme tu es un parfum silencieux
vagabondant en moi jusqu’à ce que tu te distilles
faisant adorer mon âme, au ciel et au sol, à la fois
ayant la place de l’autel la mer et le soleil lui-même,
asses pour tu me reconnais
et équitablement pour moi te redécouvrir

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

i feel everything

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
 i feel everything 
Cara Delevingne


Don’t look for the synonym of this day.
Voluntarily I’m gonna tell you, it’s Love.
Definitely, at this moment, you’ll check
your wristwatch and you’ll discover that
time shows you the equivalent of my pulse.
Your very present invades my space, and
exactly now, — your lips beautify my lips
conjugating delicately the verb, longing

Dan Caplen


I’m gonna explain how I stripped you to love you.
I metamorphosed you in music to listen to you
repeatedly, at my hi-fi system called, — Love.
Energy used by Love is not measured in kW⋅h,
because doesn’t consume it but generates it.
This device that’s keeping the whole world awake
simply decays the distance between me and you,
making us be one mind and body, hungry of love.
Knows to provoke, with invisible patience, signals
duplicated by a sensitiveness sound uttered to dare
to say instantly, baby, let me take you in my arms.

Guns ‘n Roses │ Curtis Salgado


ton baiser lévite à l’image esthétique de la mienne…
comme une sirène… c’est comme tu me fait sentir
à l’intersection de ma fonction et de ton désir,
là où toute logique est déchiré et transformé
en une passion par tes doigts qui se balancent
sur mes hanches, tandis que ta langue… oooh…
ta langue me creuse de haut en bas pour fixer
certaines parties de mon discours entre guillemets…

mermaid │ Skott 

i’d fly……..

Do you want me to tell you how much I love you?
Look in my eyes astonishing yourself as if I’d fly.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Francesca Belenis & Riccardo Cocciante

caught out in the rain

La Ville De L'amour by Anna Koutsidou

I don’t know what you think about me, but I say
with my hand on my fountain that I’m a river.
So please beautifully, come to my riparian valley.
Wash your eyes in my water, so you can see me
and to see yourself how handsome you are with
your reflection mirrored inside of my stream.
Look at me and let me those drops that know
how to dance an impeccable waltz with the time,
one that reinvents your face in my liquid mirror.
For being a river, I ask you to seat on my stones
and to listen to about how and who sings to you.
Walk with your dry soles in my water, everybody
to believe me when I’m talking about how perfect
is your silhouette, — but ignore all my doubts for
I dunno if I want you to swim in me for I’m afraid.
I’m too afraid I’ll stop myself from my own course.
So better you taste my water so I can able to flow
in your body, upstream and downstream, shaking
in you and with your will, me to become your font.
I don’t know what you think about me, but I say
with my hand on your fountain, that I am a river.
So please be nice. If you think of leaving me, it’s ok.
Do it. You’re already caught out in the rain with me.

Beth Hart


happiness, — a thought, —
made for you, made for me, —

a feeling condition
and it’s sexy, —
a flavor sought after
by many constantly,
superlatively I loved you,
did I? ‧‧‧I wonder…


My feelings carol you utterly, sweet love,
in your blood unstable as a deep blue sea.
My mind navigates like a ship through you
and your love blows on me a beam touch
of your longing, making wonders with me.
Your thought got outblowing a few seconds
before of my own thought, poised to meet it
there, somewhere… — one tenderly,  one
more docile, — sailing one through other

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Rod Stewart

My babe…

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Pride has its own talent. Put it aside.
Do everything necessary to bloom.
Both. Me to you. You to me.
Let me hear howling your wolves
on my lips while the kisses
are spreading love through our blood.
In shades of blue full of dreams,
our astral bodies play with fire
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Brahny │ Sam Tinnesz │ AaRON │ Lee Aaron

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