the sinner

Notes des Rues — Konstantinos Skopelitis
because beyond my eyes there is the sky
with the stars in your eyes;
because at confession, my soul hasn’t kept
the mystery of the poetry that you are;
because you know to read among the rows,
among the seasons, among all the points
and all the unspoken commas;
because towards me you were written
like a novel of amorous fiction;
because you met me all the way like that love
at the corner of the street thinking that I am
to everyone when I was just your poetry
and not of someone else;
because I lived you as two lives in another life
sharing all kind of emotions that some never heard;
because my confessions became yours
having the spell above of the sinner and
the culpability offered clearly, through the eyes
and eyelashes of the fragile balance of chemistry
and of everything that could be kissed;
because I’ve been searching for you so much
and by a sublime chance, I’ve found myself;
because your prayer to your God was with me,
and all my thoughts returned again to you,
I’m not____ guilty_____ open the door____

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Isaac Delusion │ Eric Street Band │ Fleetwood Mac

with you in mind

I can write to you only about everything I can not tell you
just for not disturbing your dreams with me on your site.
I already know your wireless feelings are hidden each night
and any fated day under the keypad circuits of your inbox.

So deep you’re fixed to be with me as I’m with you…in mind.

Etta James

wild Irish rose

i wonder if tomorrow will be on my sky
an acute sound of your language using
as incantation a bluesy touch with high
sweet vibrations to put fog in the spam,
and to be seen only the hue of a rainbow
in the shadow of a black-golden beam
wrapped in fragrance of a wild Irish rose
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

attire of words

I’m gonna seek for you
through all the beasts
of my hamlet and yours
until I’ll get tired and then
I’m gonna take it again
from the beginning.

You will rummage beyond
my eyes and you’ll seek for me
inside you like a medicament
soothes a body.

I will send all the wolfs
of my soul to catch
your trace and to sniff
the scent that’s been
anointed by my wild heart.

You will send all the guards
of your spirit to look for me
through the place where
we kissed each other
for the first time and where
we used pseudonyms designed
nicely to look like a confusing
plastic love instead of names.

You will wander through
each path, beaten up with
the finesse of my steps and
sculptured by stones in a delta
just for cheering my ankles.

You will run like a madly one
howling through the valleys
of my mind, and through
the mountains of my senses
of the woman I am, but also,
through hilly hills of any story
of ours that reminds you of me.

Then, when you will find me,
I will love you… — I will love you
exactly as I did it from the moment
when my lips uttered the first verse
for you. I will love you as I’d supposed
to love you, — forever. Wearing
the attire of words from all our deeds
out of a perpetual spiral looking
for the absolute in the space
of metaphors and artistic myths.

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi 
Eric Clapton │ Say Yes Dog │ Mumford & Sons

the steps

❝ your steps, children of my silence, 
holily, slowly placed, 
towards the bed of my vigilance
proceed dumb and frozen. 
    nobody pure, divine shade, 
    that they are soft, your steps selected! 
    gods!… all the gifts which I guess
come to me on these naked feet! 
if of your advanced lips, 
you prepare to alleviate it, 
an inhabitant of my thoughts 
the food of a kiss, 
    does not hasten this tender act, 
    to be soft and not to be not?
    because I lived to await you, 
    and my heart was only your steps.❞
— Paul Valéry —

just wondering so, of antithesis…

everything it’s in the speed,—
delirium as far as the sky,—
we are in antithesis the subjects
of a dirty simple game
my shy eyes descend desirously…
but I breathe you in this urban decor
she’s killing me,
she’s killing me, slowly…
she wants my heart,
she wants my heart,
from my chest;
she’s so gracefully
among of bored crowd on the road
and seems a hidden dance, where
two strangers submissively dance
my shy eyes descend desirously…
but I breathe you in this urban decor
she’s killing me,
she’s killing me, slowly,—
she wants my heart,
she wants my heart from my chest;
she’s killing me,
she’s killing me, slowly,—
she rips my heart,
she rips my heart from my chest;
burning on the asphalt and pulse the fire,
it burns, burns shockingly
burns too beautifully, the heart it burns,
it burns, I confess…
she’s killing me slowly, slowly
she tears my heart, oh, yes,—
from the chest,
the bitten lips are trembling slightly
and gravity attacks me,
butterflies and warm vibration
on the asphalt
as if we’re walking barefoot
through the bed,
the fire sirens cannot stop us
and the time, the wretch,
ticks away in a hurried way…
she’s killing me, she’s killing me,
she’s killing me, she’s killing me, ya’…


translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

forever from now

theme — alfie 🎨 Lucia Heffernan

your heart definitely is illiterate, —
otherwise what kind of excuses
I should find for it, forever from now,
when conjugates the verb of love
at imperfect as if adores to watch me
shining in lightly beam of the sunset,
when my body’s spoiled and covered
with shadows of your kisses, entirely
out of control in searching for me,
continually asking, — where’s my girl?

Sheffield │ Coyle Girelli

do it in slow motion…

The common cards known as hands are dealt… —
You express the impassivity as no one to read you.
This blindly game, the curiosity, — do it in slow motion.
The dealer looks at you asking what are you betting on
and you… well, y’know you’ve got nothing more to do
than a full concept, — straight — or an improved suit.
Which kind you choose, it’s perfect. Cards are shown.
The house always wins. And you know you’re lucky by
a good hand when you’ve been falling in love with me
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Larry Page


artwork by Wafflebean

while the nighttime unwraps me
to scent me with you appearing
from a playful beam of the moon,
the daylight metamorphoses me
using incantations of the flowers
in your daydream profile of love
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Luna Luna

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