love and glory

walking through the paths of the dreams,
the reality of the right now, it melts into a magic joy
costumed in the splendid power of stellar dust
fine pigmented with the stolen moments out of a poem
identifying my soul as being a medicament, an appetizer,
the scent of a color, even a suffer for lust, a sweet sound
comparable with the hymn of the fantasies…
walking through the paths of the dreams,
a touch of the sun dawn, and of the moonbeam, with
the mysterious realm of the night, and the grandeur of the day
offered to my spirit the gifted tone of a key directed
by the mystic air of a drunken smile unable to give nothing else
except, appreciation hid in a tiny story about love and glory
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Billy Idol

laughter is good 😜

 She’s 18. He’s 30. They were alone. 

She knew what he’ll do now. 
He slightly bent over her. 
She began to tremble all over. 
I’m scared, she whispered. 
Don’t be, he said. 
Then he extracted the tooth… 

laughter is good 😜

~ Doctor, I don’t feel well, in fact,
I don’t know what I have. When I’m walking,
I feel a kind of pain don’t know where it is,
but goes away suddenly, without knowing why…

– Okay, let me give you a prescription for,
said, doctor. So, take a… don’t know
what medicament for don’t know how long
and don’t know how many per day, and
you gonna feel much better, don’t know when…

right back atcha

Unwavering Desire — Dimitra Milan
last night, —
at the hour when
all the dreams
are ripened,
i dreamt of you‧‧‧…
then, i realized, that
one of my flaws
is your absence
ᵏᴼᵏᴼ © un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Dave Keller


Ma Douce Ivresse by Cécile Desserle

I let my mind be caught and decorated in a story
portrayed in the colored sound of your fairyland
well expressed in the language of lavender flowers
trained to whisper tenderly and to wear my name
in the fragranced echo of your velvety thoughts,
you, magnificent deity, the magician of my love
who let himself abandoned in my sweet drunkness

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

Icarus’ dream

As a darling of fate, the fantasy
is wandering in all my colors
depicted in the kiss of zenith
painted by the sunset’s brush
and the smile of the sunrise for
the Icarus’ dream to get down
amid of love books and longing,
of desires and the purity of trust,
above the sky and sea, meditating
in a melody, for being clement
with those who offer a love story
understanding and feeling what
could be too simple or forbidden,
for some, could be too much or
not sufficiently enough, for others.
Yngwie J Malmsteen │ #Her

laughter is good 😜

«A woman went to a gypsy for finding
an answer to her confusion:

— Two men are in love with me. 
Tell me which of them will be the lucky one?  
[after reading the cards, the gypsy said:]
— The lucky one will be him, 
’cause you gonna marry him»

thinking of you


while I’ve been thinking of you
tip-top, — I woke up Monday 
and Tuesday I thought to go 
Wednesday to work, but when 
I saw Thursday that comes 
Friday, I said to myself, whatta 
hell look for work on Saturday 
when Sunday is my day off… 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ 


Hurts ♪

deep blue

be sure I’m not gonna longing for you
for I’m so damn determined to keep you
hidden in the deep blue of my mind
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Drive like Maria

knock me a kiss

more full of mysteries as the Aegean,

much more impressive than Olympus,
I’m not for you only the woman,
but time itself fulfilled with charm;
I am the new one Aphrodite,
I am the beauty beam of Hellenic,
and I am yours and only yours
to make you feel as if you are
to make you feel as you must be, —
the Zeus of my realm… — I swear, —
I cross my heart, — you are my muse,
don’t be surprised, — knock me a kiss


BB King

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

❝ i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)… ❞

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