eyes closed


artwork by Alexandrina Karadjova

nothing bad can happen at this hour;
quietness doesn’t let us make mistakes;
we sail in perfect equilibrium, anonymously
without knowing if we suffer, if we’re happy;
your eyes closed feel my breath in yours;
you’ve been caught in my sweetest dreams;

HAEVN

Clair de Lune


«Votre âme est un paysage choisi
que vont charmant masques et bergamasques
jouant du luth et dansant et quasi
tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques.
Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur,
l’amour vainqueur et la vie opportune,
ils n’ont pas l’air de croire à leur bonheur
et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune,
au calme clair de lune triste et beau,
qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres
et sangloter d’extase les jets d’eau,
les grands jets d’eau sveltes parmi les marbres.» 
― Paul Verlaine

Claude Debussy

touch too much


Too much, there
too little, you…
A day you are to me, yes,
another day you are to me, no…
All seems for no reason
to be… —  to need… —
Too simple, for another,
too complicated, for one…
Kisses expose the spaces
gathered daily between us
Too much, today,
too little, tomorrow
away from me…
Almost and much too soon
suffer from longing me
A touch too much seems
nothing or too-too
from time to time…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

AC/DC

starry-eyed


theme 🎨 this is a new journey, every journey - this is a new challenge, a challenge that I am always ready to accept — Konstantinos Skopelitis
And I’ve been choosing you to be one of my dreams,
but you metamorphosed in each of them, becoming
a watercolor painting me to be to you your rain, then,
in other to look like Asteraceae flowers and my soles
to be tattooed with the graphic symbols of your name
for you chose to be the ink and quill of my thoughts
decorating my soul with the smiles of love. — Yours.
Troubadour, the wind, meticulously, sculpted to me
the timbre of my voice, as wherever you’ll be or go
to feel inside of yourself my idiotic longing and love
cocooned in the sun and moon, in the air you breathe
composed with the typical music deepen in portraits
of everyday stories, the-invisible-one-starry-eyed

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Seaside Heights │ Pynkie

easy… d◕◡◕b


do not pray at any entity to use his power,
you to be protected by your enemies
or to make them stay away from you,
for if you do this, you’ll observe how easy
he will make to disappear even some
of your everyday friends never, but just
cheap imitations of the way that you move

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Sam Westhoff

so. good…


When I’m running 
through the dreams of yours, 
they’re cuddling me… 
and dressing me up
in the paintings of your thoughts.
When I’m running 
through the dreams of yours,
I rest myself… even, it allows me
to take some drops of relaxation
out of the sound of your illustrations
for those other moments when I’ll be
seeking for you to… gimme 
gimme… a new passage…
so.good. — for reenergizing myself
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Johnny Stimson

May This Be Love, Child


Seems that the balance of the universe is upset…
The force of light is irritated while the power of darkness
grows up a bit into an unexpected ascension.
The weather is caught into 
an unbearable manic depression,
but not for long.
Already, the guardian of the universe appeared,
utilizing a magic formula to break the spell.
It’s called kindness.
It’s called having care for one to another.
It’s called humanity.
May This Be Love, Child
_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

say those magic words


For some of those who secretly
doesn’t like you, assure them
others trained you to transform
rapidly the ugly moment you get
by hitting the happiness only
keeping silent and smiling… —
isn’t a secret or such a fuss… send
happy summer to the abject haters
sooner to say those magic words
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

computer science │ The McCoys

angel eyes…


when you don’t want to talk to anyone,
I am the silence hide in a magic sound
you’re not looking for it but somehow
you listen to it with angel eyes, confident
that I will always find a way to get to you
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Saheffield

swim up


how much you like to offer yourself such a pleasure
just to flow around through my feelings, and to walk
with melancholy through me, and to dip your hopes
into memories with the taste of the forbidden fruits
just for making me feel the love of yours as if you are
the exquisite heroin that steams amorously my veins,
and how carefully you are, only to arouse inside me
all your unimaginable desires and lusts, which seems
to be too strong to be kept at a limit… how charming
you are when you long for me to beg you to swim up
with elegance through my mind, just to create daily
new moments in the color of tenderness only for me
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Badflower │ Jack Jones

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