just the two of us

a mad love, — passes quickly,
the love of two mad, — never…
and as well as you, I wonder if
just the two of us are mad in love¿?
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Grover Washington Jr.

vacation from love

I’ll go on a forced vacation from love
in a place, somewhere at the end of an era.

If you’ll try to recreate me in the shape
of your fiction modeling me in deaf sentences
and old letters used by gods and goddesses,
I’m gonna feel it.

After all, I paid a price in the coins of dreams
for my innocent love you sacrificed.

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Michelle Gurevich


Under the influence of the moon breeze, You, — ʸₒᵤ•you•ʸᵒᵘ,

you metamorphosed me to be the whispers of stars
properly orchestrated by your wildish thoughts, making me
look like a tableau vivant out of your preferred shade
of the abstract as if we’re meant to be metaphysical as one.

Under the influence of the moon breeze, your incantations
organized appears whenever, wherever, and in any way
provoking me to create additional names to love, — our love.

Under the influence of the moon breeze and of its charisma,
I invoked its power to lure you inside of my unpredictability
for your name is now, — give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain.
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

 The Paper Kites

one that I want…

On a banal day, everyone you’ll meet will tell you, relax, it’ll pass away. But nobody will say how and when. Me, like everybody, I’m gonna tell you, — I’ve been there. I was confronted with a situation similar to yours… [almost…].
Didn’t you felt first an indescribable pain that ran through your veins and blood, and all your being, working like a symbiotic, trying to transform you into something else, enough to be able to face fighting with your fury, with your weakness, with every fear that you’ve been thought that’s well hidden? [surely, you felt it… surely, you’ve been transfigured…] 
If somebody will tell you that understands you, believe not. It’s far to be similar to something lived by others. You have to resist not to lose your mind. Hold on till will appear that bright day to wake you up. 
Once awakened, you will observe you have the same look outside, but inside you’ll be different. You’ll be much stronger. You’ll have a new force. It’ll be an unexpected light that shines brilliantly only for your own you-you. From that moment you’ll let nobody label you. All memories of yours will work against those that are against you. Will be your guardians. Will be the mystic weapons to protect you for you to be the only one responsible for your own happiness. 
Apropos. It says that the domain of the past is only what we forget. Then what about all the things that we can never forget? Why it looks as if everything happened yesterday? Perhaps because of this situation, time is not a real measure but a value. This value of time is the one that I want and for which, I live, I dream, I love, I love myself, I love you. I inhale everything as it comes but I exhale only love. I’m loved! I’ve got the feeling you got it too… 
Public ♪
Juliet Roberts ♪

self-inflicted wounds

in my thoughts, your hug, it bloomed on my wrist
making me slipping delicately in your blood and whispers,
through a sentimental future of our shadows to dance
in the rhythm of our pulse and our longing, for our kisses
to can heal the self-inflicted wounds created by waiting
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Joe Bonamassa

kiss me…

Would you please love me even today? 
Today I really need it. 
And if you’ve could even tomorrow to… — 
kiss me, kiss me, exactly as you want me
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Rea Garvey


the morning has the taste of a liquoring color
derived from those freshly brewed thoughts
in a bohemian breeze, delicately raised to
the power of the summer-lovin’ imagination
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

The Tuesday Crew │ Brooke Annibale


If is there a question what’s the answer
in the atmosphere of your soul?
Are you fascinated, in your subconscious
about what did you read and listen to?
Does the distance between us create
one of the most beautiful closeness?
And having faith, all that happens,
it’s because of you, thanks to me, or
it’s because of me, thanks to you؟?…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Sterling Angel


agnes cecile 🎨 theme — intimacy on display

fragile in your thoughts, the thunderclouds
brought you the natural scent of love I’m in
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Kygo │ LSD │ Imagine Dragons

everything you need

you gazed at me, I gazed at you
instantly we’ve been diagnosed
as being carriers of love bacillus
all symptoms accused us deeply
and contoured severely our lips
with cheeky smiles and longings
for everything you need I’m lust
which can’t be shushed anyhow
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Doyle Bramhall II ft. Eric Clapton

Billy F Gibbons

all these things…

every shade of you, it’s like the baby blue sky
surrounded by motivation, value, nuance, and
dialogue, in the syntax of a picture’s sentences
gripped in the unimaginable fantasy’s realm,
phenomenally, if it could be a real one, defined
through the undefinable definition of our love
created by the entire universe in all these things,
just a little bit to bleed in colors of our whispers
written every day in the ink of our story’s sound
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Thomas Dybdahl

Robert Plant 🎈

I keep hold you up, up-up…tightly,
intentionally, exact as are situated
all the stars from the entire galaxy, 
exact as your joy on me it’s spread
while all charm shine it all around
and music is the love of mine given

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