on your corner


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I heard all your whispers of love and passion with
the fascinating schemes made by lyrics of songs.
In the amalgam of shadows and lights, on sifting,
I found myself to apologize for no certain reason,
front of people I’ve never met or heard about them.
Too enthusiastic, my faith of love got manifested
as if it was touched by the gentleness of a violin
set on your corner to make me look like a loony or
as if I want your dreams to get wasted instead
of protecting them to not be stolen, — or because
you should see me in a crown incidentally classed.
With this, I hope you to understand any act of mine.
This coup de foudre between me and you, it’s the —
absolute transition of my love to your nest, — alien
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Schiller │ Izzy Bizu │ grandson │ Peter Perrett │ Skyscraper Stan  │ Billie Eilish

saint honesty


from now on, exactly as it comes,
I’m gonna kiss each moment
till everything will vanish, and
you and me, we’ll dissipate,
we’ll not be googly anymore

from now on, exactly as it comes,
tales will rest in their own time
costumed with your thoughts,
which have been spread by each
emotion we experienced about

from now on, exactly as it comes,
it’ll be set a different kind of love,
perhaps a lucky love, for offering,
what I am looking for in sounds,
and colors, shapes, and mystery

from now on, exactly as it comes,
the fantasy in its new potency
will be just as it is, a joy, a tint,
a melody, a touch, a feeling or
a lust, saint honesty confirmed
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Adia Victoria │ Michael Seyer │ Alex Stolze │ Sara Bareilles

i got you…


when your thought is touching my thought, 

it’s in a foreign language____________
even if everyone seems to understand it,  
the truth is known only by me and you___ 
our mind and bodies hold our secrets
into a word equivalent with the mirage,
it inspires us to don’t give up… you got me؟?
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Anders Sohn

amor… what more can I do?


❝ So many days, oh so many days
seeing you so tangible and so close,
how do I pay, with what do I pay?
The bloodthirsty spring
has awakened in the woods.
The foxes start from their earth,
the serpents drink the dew,
and I go with you to the leaves
between the pines and the silence,
asking myself how and when
I will have to pay for my luck.
Of everything I have seen,
it’s you I want to go on seeing:
of everything I’ve touched,
it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.
I love your orange laughter.
I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.
What am I to do, love, loved one?
I don’t know how others love
or how people loved in the past.
I live, watching you, loving you.
Being in love is my nature.
You please me more each afternoon.
Where is she? I keep on asking
if your eyes disappear.
How long she’s taking! I think, and I’m hurt.
I feel poor, foolish and sad,
and you arrive and you are lightning
glancing off the peach trees.
That’s why I love you and yet not why.
There are so many reasons, and yet so few,
for love has to be so,
involving and general,
particular and terrifying,
joyful and grieving,
flowering like the stars,
and measureless as a kiss.❞

Pablo Neruda