just the two of us

a mad love, — passes quickly,
the love of two mad, — never…
and as well as you, I wonder if
just the two of us are mad in love¿?
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Grover Washington Jr.

vacation from love

I’ll go on a forced vacation from love
in a place, somewhere at the end of an era.

If you’ll try to recreate me in the shape
of your fiction modeling me in deaf sentences
and old letters used by gods and goddesses,
I’m gonna feel it.

After all, I paid a price in the coins of dreams
for my innocent love you sacrificed.

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Michelle Gurevich


Under the influence of the moon breeze, You, — ʸₒᵤ•you•ʸᵒᵘ,

you metamorphosed me to be the whispers of stars
properly orchestrated by your wildish thoughts, making me
look like a tableau vivant out of your preferred shade
of the abstract as if we’re meant to be metaphysical as one.

Under the influence of the moon breeze, your incantations
organized appears whenever, wherever, and in any way
provoking me to create additional names to love, — our love.

Under the influence of the moon breeze and of its charisma,
I invoked its power to lure you inside of my unpredictability
for your name is now, — give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain.
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

 The Paper Kites

one that I want…

Everybody will tell you, relax, it’ll pass away. But nobody will say how and when. Me, I’m gonna tell you. I’ve been there. I confronted with a situation almost similar to yours. First, you gonna feel an indescribable pain that runs through your veins, in your blood, in all your being, working like a symbiotic for transforming you into something else. Will be a fight with your fury, with your weakness, with every fear what you’ve been thought that’s well hidden. If somebody will tell you that understands you, believe not! It is far to be similar to something lived by others. You have to resist not to lose your mind. Hold on until it’ll appear that day for waking you up. You gonna have the same look outside, but inside you’ll be different. You’ll be much stronger. You’ll have a new force. It’ll be an unexpectable light that shines brilliantly only for your own you-you. From that moment you’ll let nobody label you. In the past, all memories of yours will work against those against you. Will be your guardians. Will be the mystic weapons to protect you, for you to be the only one responsible for own happiness. And if it says that the domain of the past is only what we forget, then, what about all the things that we can never forget? Why it looks as if everything happened yesterday? Perhaps because of this situation, the time is not a real measure but the value. It’s the one that I want and for which, I live! I dream! I love! I love myself, I love you! I inhale everything, as it comes but I exhale, only love! I am loved! I got the feeling you got it too… ᵏᴼᵏᴼ © KᵉᵉᵖOⁿKᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍOⁿ • un p’tit je ne sais quoi
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