always remember us this way…


If the questions are the keys for all basic curiosities
and if one of the keys to the question about happiness
imply the sex and candy as a properly shaped answer
to determine any secret door of the psyche to get open
in the deep soul of the fairy tales read at a gold hour
for you to feel me like I’m with you, right there,
even if I am right here, inside of an individual analysis
delicately sipping my booze, while I’m surrounded by
music that I’ve chosen to listen to at this moment and
to think of you, then, I’ll always remember us this way.
It’s not as complicated, on the contrary, it’s the best and
the perfect cover for the plenty of waves of laughter that
we brought one to each other so-so-so many times____
so, shake it, baby… as if you shake me in your arms
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Vance Joy │ Excision ft. Illenium │ Marz Ferrer │ Peter Cincotti
Keller Williams │ Keller & The Keels │ Junior Wells │ Taj Mahal & Keb’ Mo’  

you…


you, — dearest dream,
the one that makes
my physiognomy to be
simultaneously wild and
precious next to you,
what kind of plan
do you have tomorrow,
and how do you intend
to transform me, and in
what kind of language
you’d gonna talk to me,
because mine will be set
in deep blue dialect, as
you, forever to percept me
a gift of love unlimited
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Oscar Lang│Sam Evian ft. Kazu Makino│poems of Rumi by Deepak Chopra

sunflower


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in my universe,
there’s another universe…
even better,
in your universe,
there’s another universe…
and both are
so amazing,
and complicated…
and impossible…
and yet,
so deliciously
are both dimensions…
and animals talk
and you…
you’re the sunflower
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Post Malone ft. Swae Lee

à ma manière


The Art of Kissing by Loui Jover

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avec ce goût suave du péché, — une chanson,
sans élément de l’innocence, — un script,
juste comme sont tes pensées à mes pensées,
tes lèvres à mes lèvres, ton maniéré à ma manière

Demain Minuit

guiding light


I am not under your spell
for in my constellation, love
scanned by a guiding light
created alluring fantasies
with the geometrical scent
architected by your smile
in my tomorrow’s thoughts
patiently calculated for you

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

miles away…


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Even if it seems we’re drifting miles away,
you and I are going to get along just fine.
The constant magic of the air around us
will bring safely the secrets of our thoughts
in the rendezvous of our browsers sorcerers,
midnight sun, and midday moon, me⇄you.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Phil Cook

you


you know i’m gonna love you until the end of the world,
and then, i will wait for the creation of ever happening,
to happen, again and again, while both of us will listen to
the same old song… preferred and rose by me and you
the one who loves me and knows exactly how i want it

sentimental moments…


What are you doing at the hour when I miss you?
Culpable, I recompose you with some sentimental moments 
You’re a flower. Fruit. Without as me to know which kind.
I pick you up, I taste you and relish you, with lack of shame,
I love you! You are the scream of daring pleasure. Mine…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Eric Clapton

i want candy…


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 qualified, trained, disciplined
using all twelve steps of love,
and a beam of the sun, — ᵗʰ…
painted my day in most lovely color;
the color, it’s me, found in any tableau,
drew out of many songs, out of life,
from the bottom of the soul, — it’s
Morningstar, painter diseased of love
with most hotly kissing on my lips,
an absolute candy aroma, — I miss…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Brian Poole and The Tremeloes

if you’d gonna disappear…


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If you’d gonna disappear,
in a random evening gloom,
my sweet one, my bitter one,
I’d sail crazy on the sea-foam
with a sack that’s full of clay
and a back-full of twig-sprigs
to reshape you from beginning
with the power of my hand…
  long and monotonous labor
 (just to bring you back to life, 
lovely feme adored woman…)
me, a sick Pygmalion… 
c’mon, wander, Galatea.
long and monotonous labor, x2
(just to bring you back to life,
lovely feme adored woman…)

If you’d gonna disappear,
be your death made of life only,
my sweet one, my bitter one,
I’d go to the ice’s countries
to rebuild you out of icicles,
dressing you into a hoar-frost,
after that be free to leave
wherever will be your fancy.

If you’d gonna truly fall,
at the moment of high reveal,
I would quietly come to you,
recompose you out of angels.
I would quietly come to you, x2 
recompose you out of angels

After all this, I will leave…
humiliated and delusive
to the side where my home is,
a French roof in purgatory…

If you’d gonna disappear,
from my laugh out of my weep,
I’d find you within myself
from my DNA rebuilt

if you’d gonna disappear

poem by Adrian Paunescu │ performer, Nicu Alifantis 
translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

the first picture


Are inscriptions through all your dreams that dream about me.

They’re written in the language of love utilizing the alphabet
of heroes and saints, together to bloom through any appearance.
Any self of me with any self of you transformed us into poems
just to run from story to story created
by the fruitfulness of your hallucinations which visualize me.
Memories are seen even from the first picture.
So extravagantly your love rocks,
magically sheltered in the carrying stars to where you are…

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©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Nikolaj Grandjean

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