sea, sex, and sun

«excuse me, I am a French man
and I’m afraid I don’t speak very well English but…
for a French man, it’s very difficult to explain…
anyway, I would like to make love with you…
toi petite c’est sûr tu es un hit…»
[sea, sex, and sun], [mon Cheri…]

Georgia Satellites │ Serge Gainsbourg

heaven sends you

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if you sent the rain for kissing
my cheeks, my lips, and eyelids,
I’ve got to tell you, the crazy one,
it’s kissing me uninterrupted, with
the big and warm drops, all over,
and it seems that is not gonna stop
soon, on the contrary, it wrapped me
in its dance, coloring my thoughts,
capturing my soul in its beads, filling
my mouth with whispered kisses, as if
I got to feel you sweet… lady of yours,
when heaven sends you, in my dream 
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Jonas og Einar │ The Mission 


the autumn appeared in its ashy cloud,
without asking any permission, wearing
an impregnated frosty perfume that’s capable
to change the shape and color of the leaves…
in its mystery, autumn became visible trying,
to concoct plausible reasons for activating
my lazy ass, gentle plunged, in some dreams
mixed with the smoky music, and bittersweet
flavor of the cigarettes spiced so damn well
with the softly sounds of the coffee…
the autumn smiled viewing my fantasies
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi


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