Regalo de Amor 🎨 Vicente Sobero

we’re gonna meet today
at this hour in this place;
your heart will beat fastly
without knowing to react
seeing the look of joy, me,
happiness in front of you
with a wavy body, rosy lips,
silver highlights, blue eyes,
gesticulating, oooo to nobody,
moving, ahhh without moving,
just listening to something
which only you can hear it,
the background of my love;

©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi
Barry White

oh, you little one…

oh you little one molded in the house of wolves
with your mind preoccupied with my mind, while
my thoughts are occupied with yours to both be
set equally for tasting drops of soundless honey
guided by magic whispers of an intimate galaxy,
wildly and cosmically and so-so passionately, one
surer than our love will ever be carved into stars

House of Wolves

should’ve been stars, sweet love…

the scent of the night is contoured 

in the shape of your soul and mine; 
is like a naive art painted 
in an imaginably wild style
grounded in a world which, 
i don’t know if it’s mine or yours but surely 
it’s out of a cosmically class designed all in one 
having as base the love and immortality
should’ve been stars, sweet love
❝ we’re made to be chasers
we’re made to be runners
we’re made to be dreamers
to wonder
it’s all or nothing
it’s now or never
now or never
i wanna feel everything 
on the contrary situate
all the colors in-between let ’em burst 
out [understory?¿]
it’s all or nothing
it’s now or never
we were made for this
we were made for this 
together, — 
but it chased that some like 
deal’s gone
the stars like yester’ 
it moved on
1st time we’ve seen 
seemed on our side
cause, we’re made for this
we were made for this
we were made for this
together, together, together ❞
Phillip LaRue 

all in all

Lo Moon


Alice Phoebe Lou

good-morning, good-night

The distance between us

it’s the distance between 
good-morning and good-night.
Give me the equator and I come
with poles, but I don’t know
if you’ll get faster than me 
or me, I’ll get faster than you,
with a new statement of intent
or a new statement of distance
for a new declaration of love
in the metaphysics form
telling me or, telling you 
surgically, in English —
murmured, I love you… 
Surely, I’m gonna ask you to
love me in your language,
from the sun to the moon,
from early in the morning
until midnight, even if 
the distance between us
could reach 100 miles 
or, 1000 of light-years.
My crazy love‧‧‧‧
good morning, good night
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
[Bad Company] Paul Rodgers