over the midnight


like a talisman wrapped in those incantations used as a mantra, as if is a must, not just to understand the words; it’s a demand for being felt till the bones, simply making you merge in lyrics, in the arrangements of sounds and his gentle voice

what will you say tonight…


 ❝ What will you say tonight, poor lonely soul, 

What will you say, the old withered heart of mine, 
To the most beautiful, the best, most dear, 
Whose heavenly regard brings back your bloom? 
    — We will assign our pride to sing her praise: 
Nothing excels the sweetness of her will; 
Her holy body has an angel’s scent, 
Her eye invests us with a cloak of light. 
    Whether it be at night and solitude, 
Or in the streets among the multitude, 
Her ghost before us dances like a torch. 
    It speaks out: ‘I’m lovely and command 
That for my sake love, you’ll adore only the Beautiful; 
I am your Guardian, Madonna, and the Muse!’ ❞
— Charles Baudelaire —
performed in the manner of Georges Chelon

want it all


from one end to the other end,
from the first accord to last string,
from beginning till finale limit,
from existence to resistance
in a love that can’t be stopped for
being too starved and wild and
with the luggage at a portal filled
with tenderness to be perceived
from horizons towards infinity
flying from a skyline to another
for is motivated to want it all
_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

Layup

Purnamadah


i’m your gift, your talisman, your treasure 
i’m invoked by you through a mantra
i don’t appear suddenly for i’m your inner
always from everywhere within forever
i’m mirrored in your chameleonic eyes…
i’m your love sung daily… Purnamadah
_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ
Tribu Tulum

Beth Hart 🎈


❝ She got a poet’s spirit. She burns among the clouds. She never stops believing. She only dreams out loud. There’s a jackpot on the dresser. She’s smiling in the glass and if you need to kiss her… don’t forget your stash. And she gives it away. And you’re fascinated by her. And she does it again with simple and brilliant desire and she gives it away and you’re fascinated by..by her. She wears a million colors. There are rainbows on her soles. She got a sign above her that says, “I’m never growin’ old”… You’re askin’ her to dance now, she spins a solid white light. She gonna’ make love to you today, today and every night. And she gives it away. And you’re fascinated by her. Then she does it again with a simple and brilliant desire. And she gives it away and you’re fascinated by..by her, by her. She may be waiting ’round the corner of your mind, but still, you know she’s there, you can feel her inside. So don’t forget about the reasons that she been brought you here. She’s a miracle!… And she gives it away and you’re fascinated by her. Then she does it again with a simple and brilliant desire. And she gives it away and you’re fascinated by… And she gives it away and you’re fascinated by..by her, by her…❞ 

…if you listening to her, once, she’ll get in your soul immediately making you go through all the emotions of each accord, of each verse; her music is not just music, is an experience, is a state, is life, is love, is despair, is sadness…is all that’s in each of us; the sum of all our feelings placed so well through words; each song is sung by her seems as if is just for you giving many emotions making a lot of shivers whenever you listen to Beth Hart, the artist which feels you… which slips easily into your senses improvising and whispering to you with understandable implicitly, something like… you know, in your situation, even me, i’ve been there… at a time…

yes‧‧‧


Yes, for dreams.
Yes, for freedom.
Yes, for life.
Yes, for silence.
Yes, for madness.
Yes, for seduction.
Yes, for emotions.
Yes, for love. Yes,
for a new beginning.
Yes, for serenity.
Yes, for potency.
Yes, for us.
Yes, for myself…

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