echo, — eu quero

palpitate in syllables read and heard
in any dialect penned on staves…

un p'tit je ne sais quoi


the uncommunicativeness 
fabricated the alphabet of silence 
composing words from sounds 
combined with mine and yours 
plasticized in inverted commas 
because a title can be dotted 

the scheme of words gets to you 
kissing your lips haunted 
in the nuance of a flirt 
with the murmur of a thought 
in the anticipation of responses 
to the questions of my soul 

both of them palpitate in syllables 
read and heard in any dialect penned 
on staves by the echo‘s synesthésia 
susurrated in the mirror of the sky
passionately like you feel, [eu quero
sighing thru inner voice [elle et moi] 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco 

Rest Time 🖌 Monika Luniak’s art 


Max Berlin

❝Un coin d’une rue
Une enfant
Très belle
Très blonde
Quelque part dans la ville
Elle et Moi

Un jardin
Un regard
Une étreinte

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la rencontre

guarded with the future collections of yesterday

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

a patch of blue in the game of colors 
with the perfume of flowers kept safe 
in a vase bathed in the rays of the sun 
listening to gentle whispers of the sea 
and spoiled with the kiss of the moon 
it’s guarded with the future collections 
of yesterday’s present and demagogy 
when you loved not just to watch me 
but to start the fire at our la rencontre 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco 

Jean François Maurice/Maryse Gildas

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