Blinding Love by Krzyzanowski Art
take illusion seriously,
somehow you enlighten
the best part of me;
it’s one of my memories
from the future
with which I live
in the present moment
and for which it is not
necessary to be judged or
to justify myself, ma chère

By The Coast │ Baden Baden

and you confess…

Nothing is more beautiful
than to talk to the sea.
You start to talk to her
irrelevant stuff telling a few
simple stories as if
might mean something.
She doesn’t stop you.
She’s listening to you…
Even gives you the feeling
which encourages you
to confess… and you confess.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi


The thoughts are taken from the tales of a playful wave.
In their timidity seem that are touching gently the sand,
but in reality, they’re preferring to get camouflaged in a
unitary sound of the sea’s Rhapsody from a realm which
seems was taken from another fairyland of the cosmos.
Sailors described it as the one with the world of its own
with an astonishingly blue in the summer and deep blue
in winter, increasing till a very unattractive gray-black.
This affected at the beginning sea’s name, being known
Póntos Áxeinos and later, during the age of colonization
to turn in Pontus Euxinus, remaining on this presentation
the preferred one colored by fiction and well preserved
in myths, legends, and poems urging you to melancholy
in heavenly agreements, for the wild mountains weren’t
conquered yet, but only the hopes… wonderfully created,
described and beautified by those who have been touched
by muses to tempt you even more, in the world of fantasy
in the visions of music while their charming intelligence
and their habituations dance with the spirit of the ink…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi