ketamine_____ C₁₃H₁₆ClNO │ laughter is good 😜

a guy tells a story: ________
after a romantic evening, i led her home,
before to cross the threshold, she turned to me
and kissed me, then, she whispered to me:
what about to stay here overnight?… 
hmmm… i look at her and i answered, nooope
(between us… what a hell am i supposed to do
all night alone in front of a door?)

Ketamine │ Trampolene


Butterfly Boucher

Would you love a girl who laughs of anything and could
be noisy for is hiding tears of pains in her solitary soul?
He did it.
Would you encourage and determine her to feel precious?
He did it.
Would you love a nitpicker girl who underestimates herself
and calls you at unexpected hours weeping? 1…5678! Shout!
He did it.
Would you be able to love a girl with inferiority complexes?
He did it.
Would you teach her to not compare herself with others?
He did it.
Would you show her how cool, unique, and different is she?
He did it.
Would you love a girl with a lot and plenty of painful secrets?
He did it.
Would you listen to her, hours, snuggling her with all your love?
He did it.
Would you love her because she dreams of that love depicted
in books, one that provokes you butterflies in your stomach?
He did it.
Would you love her because she isn’t afraid to be different?
He did it.
Exactly what would you do for the love of this kind of girl?
[Someone did it. He divinized and loved that girl in absolute. Trust in me.
That girl it’s inspired now thanks to him to write memories from a future]

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi


At this hour like that, the gentleness of the wind flows over me. The entire universe loves me and my shiny fancy outfit is my pajamas. Carefully, I’ve combined a feeling with a word which contains much more philosophy as usually using the power of incantation and the essence of what it is, — quiet and good-natured, alluring and perfidious, honest and open, pompous and mischievous, mute and stubborn having the scent bohème of my beauty and your mystery. All these created our connection letting us make a trip on a route that seems not to be similar but updated facilitating a story already lived and felt next to a new one, which even if it isn’t versed enough influences all those emotional factors that make substantial differences… One more kiss؟? Certain booze became even more friendly giving us the miracle of a dream with the flavor of some happy moments and of those sensations that are able to freeze the time in an eternal moment. Not for nothing, the ugly doesn’t exist anymore. Someone took care to eliminate all the synonyms by pushing them away from us. Now, we can be found at the magical address at the number, — colors; at the doorbell, — sunny waves; at the level, — musical breath; at the distinctive signal, — love, using the password, — me⇄youtchin-tchin🥂😉 

                                                   un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ



Shhh… Keep quiet…
Are my whispers heard? Not?!
Then means time didn’t come yet
to get me out of your dream…

Shhh… Keep sleeping
I must sail under false colors
for other wolves not ripping
the metaphors of what we are
and how we feel each other

Shhh… keep quiet and sleep,
I’ll be howlin’ for you, but only
when the tempo of our howl
will not be decoded anymore

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

The Black Key │ Family and Friends

Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love

« Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.
Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.
Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,
So that our dream might reply
to the sky’s questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow. »
— Pablo Neruda —

To Be Alone With You │ Maria Muldaur

your wildest dreams

at an hour in time,
out of a day, —
when you kissed me,
you set on my lips
a fragment from a melody
to be able to feel, when
I’m thinking of you
some of their witticisms
coloring me passionately
with your wildest dreams

Warren Haynes


❝ I am fair, O mortals! like a dream carved in stone, 
And my breast where each one, in turn, has bruised himself
Is made to inspire the poet in a love
As eternal and silent as matter.
On a throne in the sky, a mysterious sphinx,
I join a heart of snow to the whiteness of swans;
I hate movement for it displaces lines,
And never do I weep and never do I laugh.
Poets, before my grandiose poses,
Which I seem to assume from the proudest statues,
Will consume their lives in the austere study;
For I have, to enchant those submissive lovers,
Pure mirrors that make all things more beautiful:
My eyes, my large, wide eyes of eternal brightness! ❞

— Charles Baudelaire —

fuck‧‧‧ with myself

you made me fuck in love with you

in such a way that I don’t even know
anymore what to do with myself, —
as if the entire galaxy loves to see
my spirit free and explosively wild
for you, the cosmic creature taking
the shape of any fantasy of mine

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

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