grip of the sun

how much I love you[…?], you see,
this poem I didn’t write it yet

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

the rustling of your thought
painted on the canvas of my soul
is like a docile whisper…

and I don’t hide you… —
my heart has deep-rooted on my lip
love… — your love…

and I love you…
but how much I love you[…?], you see,
this poem I didn’t write it yet

it nests in your heart… and beats
…[I don’t know to which side]
but vibrates in the grip of the sun

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

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when a dream got dreams to remember [eventually]

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

fidelity of an impeccable, known “l’grand solitaire
is a hobbyist of dreams which revised its priorities
selecting passionately and furtively a love’s course

there, fate will never be blamed for hesitant’s game
of ignorant folks who fail to grasp that a disunion
is just another way to connect with lovely someone

when a dream got dreams to remember [eventually]
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ


Otis Redding ♪

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little dreamer

soul hums…

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

a sublime debut of a madly morning 
attracts you on the dancefloor of mind 

its rhythm vibrates magnificent 
arousing a sense that once you ignored 

and you don’t feel embarrassed at all 
contrary, your little dreamer soul hums 

farewell is the burden of life’s origin 
to discharge joys’ cycle at [new degrees] 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ 


Peter Green ♪

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that certain thing

all you can say is…

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

love has its own path;
it’s like a fine gas
which spreads in you
through all your blood;
it’s like a poison
that paralyzes you
before you know it;
and when you realized
it’s too late… the time is
too short or too fast, —
all you can say is,
got…that certain thing
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

Snowy White ♪

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my yummy memories


un p'tit je ne sais quoi

like a morningstar,
you’re infiltrating
gradually in my clouds,
penetrating profoundly
my yummy memories,
making me smile
while you feed me
with your happiness
wonderfully twisted
in the glaze of pleasure
carefully garnished
with the shooting stars
from where you are…
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

Alex Cameron ♪

Jurij Frey🖌

thanks for appreciating my scripts, — 💯✓✍🏻
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i invite you to discover many more others…
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everybody knows‧‧‧

my eyes sketch noise
scream, — come, love

the mouth bites dreams
salivates, — sip my kiss

the body writes poems
the mind, — gymnastic

i long… i’m in… i need…
instant, you decode me

translating my physic
narrating me exquisite

while others read still
you resolved my puzzle

(lonely) means intimacy
with lost mind inherently

or as everybody knows‧‧‧
it’s a (Fʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ.ʸᵒU.Cᵃⁿ’ᵗ.Kᵉᵉᵖ.)
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

Diana Krall ♪
Karen Souza ♪
cg-art reinterpreted • source 🖌 Mark Arian

endless desires

his pictures have the tempo of the songs,
because, — he said, [that’s what love is…]

look for ’em, his visions said, there’s light
even when your heart is as black as night

a color felt your flamboyant spirit, he said,
why you think my camera got addicted to it

you accompany me everywhere, he said…
you’re more real than any reality could be

you are the spicy smile to my melancholy,
at my question, you’re the answer I avoid

you’re any present I exist, [endless desires],
he said to me, [and me, I did a new playlist]

nobody’s lonely; music’s a sincere audience
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

marathon of dreams
original cg-art

better with butter

his murmur flatters my eardrum unhurriedly
stirring up inside me an insane appetite
[of him]

[and he knows…] [and he doesn’t stop…]

he persists to tender my nerves delicately
cooking ’em better with butter, fancied well


[to me…]

[head up], [I talked enough]; [what about you?]
[truth] or [run run run], [god only knows where]

[just the same, you’ll get back into my arms…]
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

Charles Pasi ♪

Incitement to rape?


A Faded Romantic's Notebook


I have published this post five times before, but there is never a wrong time to post it again.

First posted September 1st 2015

Sometimes I get serious

It seems an ageing female rock star recently suggested in an interview with one of our sad excuses for a serious newspaper that women/girls who dress provocatively should expect to be molested – or worse – by men.

I can only believe she was misquoted – I haven’t read the article so I will give her the benefit of the doubt.

But let me be quite clear.

What a woman or girl wears is entirely her business. It can be sexy and revealing. It can be wild and kinky, It can be ‘slutty’ and sultry. It doesn’t matter. It is entirely her choice. It is her choice to make without fear of harassment, without threat of misogyny, without the danger of some sad prick believing it justifies any…

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