is it wrong


flowers as my alluring beauty… —
even the street stays dumbfounded
watching me perplexed… —
the air around me pass into abstract
making you look at me like an alien,
and with all that, you approached me
tantalized by my intangibility, letting
your sentiments to manifest ardently
like a bullet in the gun… asking me, —
pardon me, but is it wrong to wanna…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Lara Fabian │ Allan Rayman │ Katz Sass

keep you dry


On the Bed by Steve Kuhn

perfect night inundated
with perfect dreams…
shapes your silhouette

love doesn’t make mistakes
knows to keep you dry… —
amplifying your essence

_____________
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
Juke Ross

will you love me tomorrow


If my heartbeats would be a melody
probably nobody would listen to it to any radio,
for nobody is anointed enough to record
an unprofitable sacred sound in a studio…
If my heartbeats would be a melody…
it’s nothing to worry about, because even
the «will you love me tomorrow» has been
forbidden a long time ago till it became a hit.
[ some didn’t understand that love can’t
be censored or kept in the shadows… ]
If my heartbeats would be a melody, probably
you should download ’em from a dubious site,
so well sheltered by some with square heads.
If my heartbeats would be a melody,
no one would know how to obey in front of it.

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Bryan Ferry

moonshine


sur toi, te…

tant de
sur toi, te…
mon appétit,
par-dessus tout,
énormément,
en murmurant,—
tant de
sur toi, te…
sans être révélé,
caché,
de quelque part
et intense,—
abondamment
tant de
sur toi, te…
comme marque-page
entre Vénus et Mars,
sans gravité
avec gros G et péché,
chaque nuit,
formidablement
toujours 
beaucoup, —
tous les jours,  
tant de
sur toi, te…
illicitement
l’ombre absurde
moonshine 
exceptionnelle
tant de
sur toi, te…

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

The Lone Crows

preachin’ blues


where have you been cos I looked for you,
it seemed you’ve staged your fictionality,
as if you’ve been there and yet absently
exactly like a clumsy god preachin’ blues
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ
Larkin Poe

all tangled up


Room With A View by Willem Haenraets │un p'tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
the look of love got you in my beauty
found and displayed in the jungle
of your fugitive dreams, all tangled up
and duly possessed by incantations
with details created in an auto-da-fé 
like a backbone shaker who adores
to invade my DNA to spin through me
till compose my happiness mastered
in all what’s written but not described
having an identity but not exposed…
and holy glance it looks so awesome
in the window of a sensible address
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

Diana Krall │ Coyote Kings

what your kisses say


I know you, You, the wildly one… —
I heard your mysterious call… —
The chirping of the firebird from your heart
opened the shell of my dreams
paying big attention to what your kisses say
for when I go to sleep to dream about you

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Milky Chance │ Al Basile │ Wayne Hussey ft. Julianne Regan

In my sky, at twilight


In my sky, at twilight, you are like a cloud

and your form and color are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine woman with sweet lips
and in your life, my infinite dreams live.
      The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh, reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!
      You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon’s
wind and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.
Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunder
stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.
      You are taken in the net of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are wide as the sky.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.❞
— Pablo Neruda

my tactic is…


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❝ My tactic is

looking at you,
learning how you are,
loving you as you are.
      My tactic is
talking to you
and listening to you
to build with words
an indestructible bridge.
      My tactic is
remaining in your memories,
I don’t know how,
nor with which pretext,
but remaining with you.
      My tactic is
being frank,
and knowing that you are frank,
and not selling each other,
simulations;
So that between us
there is no curtain
nor abyss.
      My strategy is,
however,
deeper and
easier.
      My strategy is
that one of these days,
I don’t know how,
nor with which pretext,
you, finally
need me.❞
—  Mario Benedetti

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