Adieu, Monsieur Aznavour…


About 60 km of Marseille, at Mouriès, in Bouches-du-Rhône, in a paradise realm, at the age of 94, the great artist, Charles Aznavour passed away letting behind an extraordinary treasure of songs dipped in love stories. The world inclines for the last time. Adio, Monsieur, Aznavour…

highs and lows


Last Goodbye by Dita Omuri

velvety breeze

tenderly sun
obscure cloud
manipulates
magnificently
your murmurs
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Jacob Steele
Tu m’avais dit ▬ Filme moi │ Alice et Moi

another story…


Dear fall-day out of this time of the year,
even if seems to be the season of the witch,
I don’t know what kind of strategy you try
but to be true, I didn’t imagine our dating
be so gray and cold and without your goldy,
and brassy and warmly shades. Fortunately,
I was inspired to put on me, a perfume with
sprightly notes, to avoid any wrong situation,
also to reinvent another story, with each part
of your sun inclined on me for looking shinier.
I guess that could be one of your deep excuses,
in your hurry to see me, and is accepted but do
whatever’s necessary for fixing up your mood.
Implore a competently one for a prescription.
— P.S. — Do it AˢSᵒᵒⁿAˢPᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡᵉ. Winter knocks.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Donovan│Pyrit

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