is magic gone

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some think that a part of me disturbed you
while in reality, you made this diabolism
for everything to appear as if is magic gone
as if is nothing anymore between us… —
let it be, let them think whatever they want,
important is that our love feels like a Sunday
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

FKJ │ Elderbrook

November rain

You love me so much that even your dream

it dreams of me fictionalizing a minor acute
of your philosophy pampered paradoxically
with the structural capacity of your longings
while the art of November rain with desires

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Nicole Atkins ft. Mark Lanegan


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Can you talk without having
the thought of the one
which supposes of listening to you?
Doesn’t feel as if the value of your voice
puts in difficulty the brain?
And how to read the magic of stars,
when for doing this you should gaze
in the eyes of the one you love?
I wonder while I’m imagining
those enigmatic and so daring lips
of the one which knows to listen to
the words of the songs, of the one
which doesn’t push me to talk but
is watching just all that wants to hear,
the one that reads me, knowing
on what side of the syllables
I’m sleeping and how many words
I’m breathing, while the coffee is
dulcified with my poetic thrill served
at a pub known the blue cafe, a place
YaYaYa, somewhere on the milky-way
where I led you for I know what it’s like

Chris Rea │ RyX │ Jeff Tweedy

our love is gonna live forever


I woke up with the intention of touching you
with some syllabled sounds, [caterwauling…]

feel them inside of your deepest hidden giggle;
there I am one with the universe of yours…

in those inners, our love is gonna live forever
like a whoopie cat in its own meandering

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

(la nuit dans l’ile)

« All night I have slept with you
next to the sea, on the island.
Wild and sweet you were between pleasure and sleep,
between fire and water.
Perhaps very late
our dreams joined
at the top or at the bottom,
up above like branches moved by a common wind,
down below like red roots that touch.
Perhaps your dream
drifted from mine
and through the dark sea
was seeking me
as before,
when you did not yet exist,
when without sighting you
I sailed by your side,
and your eyes sought
what now –
bread, wine, love, and anger –
I heap upon you
because you are the cup
that was waiting for the gifts of my life.
I have slept with you
all night long while
the dark earth spins
with the living and the dead,
and on waking suddenly
in the midst of the shadow
my arm encircled your waist.
Neither night nor sleep
could separate us.
I have slept with you
and on waking, your mouth,
come from your dream,
gave me a taste of earth,
of sea water, of seaweed,
of the depths of your life,
and I received your kiss
moistened by the dawn
as if it came to me
from the sea that surrounds us. »
Night On The Island – Pablo Neruda—

 Burnout │All or Nothing
Ute Lemper │ Trenton │ The NGHBRS

You Who Never Arrived

« You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me— the far-off, deeply-felt
landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods—
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house,— and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,—
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening… »
— Rainer Maria Rilke —

See Myself In You — Keep On Shining │ Love

les mots bleus

Weekend 🖌 Elena Solomatova
J’essaie d’imaginer quel genre de saveur 
I try to imagine what kind of flavor 
pourrait avoir tes pensées maintenant 
could have your thoughts now 
et combien de joie cela t’apporte-t-il? 
and how much joy does it bring to you? 
Sont-ils trainants de te toucher doucement, 
Are they touching you gently… 
[vaguement؟?] [je me demande moi-même…] 
[vaguely؟?] [I wonder myself…] 
Sont-ils comme un joaillier expérimenté? 
Could be like an experienced jeweler? 
Gère-t-il à te dessiner un sourire 
Does it manage to draw you a smile 
tandis qu’à l’intérieur de toi ça fait d’éclatés 
while inside you it makes burst 
avec l’éclat de mon amour, planifiée dans 
with the brilliance of my love planed in 
les mots bleus, — ton bleu, — my wave
 ✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ 
Pale Grey ♪

allah duhai hai

Isn’t a saturnine morning but is perceived so
identical like all complaints of yours… which
not once you made me listen to them though,
only for you got certitude that I’m gonna let
the things to come easy for you. Think twice.
Music’s wave is to deliver you another reply
in paralleled dialect like most of your actions,
a certain taboo of your love, allah duhai hai 

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

go on get in there…

huge scenic background of stars, of blue air,
of art created by your universe in my galaxy,
for the desire of action, of a delighting touch
full of optimism, brightly colored with the hue
of happiness for the promises achieved by us
each day and night, when it was allowed
to reshape our reality, and where nor even
the gods didn’t find necessary to intervene,
on the contrary, built many other new realms,
endlessly in our fantasies to go on get in there
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Benjamin Love │ Layup

double vision

if in you I am the blood
your vein, my voyage is
of loving you at absolute
unshamed with diligence
music… story… poetry,
any text… it’s a pretext

double vision fantasy

in a deep blue galaxy
a mirage in beauty numbed
out of blue, you’re activated

too so within so without too,
me & you… claim an imply

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Family and Friends

greatest weapon is love

« I don’t wake up in the morning and say, wow I’ve got a great idea for a story. But I sit down, and I figure well, let’s see. I think people are interested in anything that’s a little bigger than life and that’s colorful and – you know, what they like? They like fairy tales for grown-ups. Singing a song, playing sports – anything that entertains, that takes people away from their own problems, is good. There is only one who is all powerful, and his greatest weapon is love. » — Stan Lee —

Catch Me Now I’m Falling

The Kinks

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