Incitement to rape?


A Faded Romantic's Notebook


I have published this post five times before, but there is never a wrong time to post it again.

First posted September 1st 2015

Sometimes I get serious

It seems an ageing female rock star recently suggested in an interview with one of our sad excuses for a serious newspaper that women/girls who dress provocatively should expect to be molested – or worse – by men.

I can only believe she was misquoted – I haven’t read the article so I will give her the benefit of the doubt.

But let me be quite clear.

What a woman or girl wears is entirely her business. It can be sexy and revealing. It can be wild and kinky, It can be ‘slutty’ and sultry. It doesn’t matter. It is entirely her choice. It is her choice to make without fear of harassment, without threat of misogyny, without the danger of some sad prick believing it justifies any…

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The Sunshine Blogger Award!

Thank You, Grace

What greater joy can be when society sees you when people around you appreciate your work and ideas, isn’t it? Well, I am not an exception. Imagine how happy I felt when I was nominated by Grace🤩, a person with extraordinary human qualities. A writer, blogger, and author. An artist and a friend that surrounds you with her joy using marvelous poetic thoughts, exactly as herself described her work, her creativity and with which convinced me to follow her vision.😍

This blog was made
for you and me,
as a safe place
to set thoughts free

I love to share
my point of view,
keep reading if
it touches you

If not your style
I understand,
still thank you for
giving a chance

My true intention
is to share,
what brings me joy
because I care.

If what you see
brings on a smile,
then follow me
read for a while.

Go check out her blog and experience for yourself! Thanks, Grace!


Thank the blogger who nominated you and link back to their blog.
Answer the 11 questions sent by the person who nominated you.
Nominate 11 new bloggers to receive the award and write them 11 new questions.
List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award logo in your post and/or your blog.

Grace’s Questions:

  • What is your proudest accomplishment?
    • of knowing myself😇😈
  • What makes you laugh the most?
    • any type of humor but mostly those intelligently…✨
  • If you met yourself, would you want to be your friend and why?
    • yes [but am already friend with myself] [don’t like to make free promises…it’s absurd😱]
  • What do you like most about yourself?
    • being myself😘🧸
  • If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?
    • I can’t imagine myself eating only one kind of edible meal [I love life…🙌💖]
  • If you can be anyone else in the world, who would you be or would you be yourself? (please explain)
    • definitely myself😉 [I’m unique in my own way…] [I can’t put myself in somebody else shoes] [imagine the person you’d like to simulate has diarrhea]
  • Who is your hero?
    • [my heroes…sound better…] my family🥂
  • What motivates you most?
    • curiosity🧐
  • What did you want to be when you were small?
    • detective… painter…journalist…and definitely a good athlete… [a champion…🏅] [more or less i accomplished ’em]
  • If you could choose to do anything for a day, what would it be?
    • [love…🔥😜]
  • Would you say you are resentful or can you let go of things easily?
    • [resentful…🥴]

authors nominated by me are:

  1. David Redpath
  2. Crystelle’s Poetry
  3. A Faded Romantic’s Notebook
  4. yaskhan
  5. Mitch Bensel
  6. Steve Dowson
  7. AhiriCreates
  8. Unsaid Words
  9. Whispers of a poet’s heart
  10. Blase’
  11. One Woman’s Quest

the questions for my nominees are:

  • what exactly keeps you to do about what makes you?
  • when you found out who you are? [how?]
  • how would you describe the landscape of a sunset at sea?
  • when you are more creative?
  • how you express yourself when you’re furious?
  • what you love more, the sea or the mount?
  • what compliments you receive most often?
  • what impediments affect your writings?
  • what kind of question you don’t want someone to ask you?
  • do you feel loved or alone?
  • what questions are incommoded you making you feel cringe?

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

feeling free


« don’t save yourself,
don’t be immobile
on the edge of the road,
don’t freeze the joy,
don’t love with reluctance,
don’t save yourself now
or ever,
don’t save yourself,
don’t fill with calm,
don’t reserve of the world
just a calm place,
don’t let fall your lids
heavy as trials,
don’t speak without lips,
don’t fall asleep without sleepiness,
don’t think of you without blood,
don’t judge yourself without time;
but if in spite of everything
you cannot avoid it
and you freeze the joy,
and you love with reluctance,
and you save yourself now,
and you’re full with calm,
and you reserve of the world
just a calm place,
and you let fall your lids
heavy as trials,
and you speak without lips,
and you fall asleep without sleepiness,
and you think yourself without blood,
and you judge yourself without time,
and you are immobile
on the edge of the road,
and you save yourself,
don’t stay with me.
— Mario Benedetti —

(la nuit dans l’ile)

« All night I have slept with you
next to the sea, on the island.
Wild and sweet you were between pleasure and sleep,
between fire and water.
Perhaps very late
our dreams joined
at the top or at the bottom,
up above like branches moved by a common wind,
down below like red roots that touch.
Perhaps your dream
drifted from mine
and through the dark sea
was seeking me
as before,
when you did not yet exist,
when without sighting you
I sailed by your side,
and your eyes sought
what now –
bread, wine, love, and anger –
I heap upon you
because you are the cup
that was waiting for the gifts of my life.
I have slept with you
all night long while
the dark earth spins
with the living and the dead,
and on waking suddenly
in the midst of the shadow
my arm encircled your waist.
Neither night nor sleep
could separate us.
I have slept with you
and on waking, your mouth,
come from your dream,
gave me a taste of earth,
of sea water, of seaweed,
of the depths of your life,
and I received your kiss
moistened by the dawn
as if it came to me
from the sea that surrounds us. »
Night On The Island – Pablo Neruda—

 Burnout │All or Nothing
Ute Lemper │ Trenton │ The NGHBRS

You Who Never Arrived

« You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me— the far-off, deeply-felt
landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods—
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house,— and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,—
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening… »
— Rainer Maria Rilke —

See Myself In You — Keep On Shining │ Love

if you’d gonna disappear…

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If you’d gonna disappear,
in a random evening gloom,
my sweet one, my bitter one,
I’d sail crazy on the sea-foam
with a sack that’s full of clay
and a back-full of twig-sprigs
to reshape you from beginning
with the power of my hand…
  long and monotonous labor
 (just to bring you back to life, 
lovely feme adored woman…)
me, a sick Pygmalion… 
c’mon, wander, Galatea.
long and monotonous labor, x2
(just to bring you back to life,
lovely feme adored woman…)

If you’d gonna disappear,
be your death made of life only,
my sweet one, my bitter one,
I’d go to the ice’s countries
to rebuild you out of icicles,
dressing you into a hoar-frost,
after that be free to leave
wherever will be your fancy.

If you’d gonna truly fall,
at the moment of high reveal,
I would quietly come to you,
recompose you out of angels.
I would quietly come to you, x2 
recompose you out of angels

After all this, I will leave…
humiliated and delusive
to the side where my home is,
a French roof in purgatory…

If you’d gonna disappear,
from my laugh out of my weep,
I’d find you within myself
from my DNA rebuilt

if you’d gonna disappear

poem by Adrian Paunescu │ performer, Nicu Alifantis 
translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

music to my eyes

« ▬ Can I tell you a secret? I’m not very good at keeping secrets.
   — What?
   ▬  I just wanted to take another look at you. Look at me.
         I love you! You’re music to my eyes!
        They can’t hurt us. We’re far from the shallow now. »

Lady Gaga & Bradley Cooper

un profil pour deux, just ‘cos you can don’t mean you should

[a fury dispersed to nowhere exactly as it was brought (🤨) ]

The difference between me and you is made
by our habits and our different way of living our life.
We’re not hanging around in the same entourage.
We don’t even know each other, but with all these
nothing stopped us to share some ideas about
something that we’ve been agreed, at a time.
[have to repeat/mention again, we never ever met]
I don’t know you or introduced myself to you.
I never saw you, touched you, characterized you.
I never criticized you, cursed you, abused you or
harmed you. I never admired you or boasted you.
(no confusions for an appreciation of a post shared)
Still, you thought you have any right to hurt me. Why?
But this is your problem. Spend your time exactly
as you like describing yourself through own actions.
Be indifferent. Treat everyone and everything with
arrogance. After all, voluntary or involuntary, it is
about who you are or how you like to be and look like.
I’ll end these lines, saying, inspired being by this song,
just ‘cos you can… don’t mean you should
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Joe Bonamassa

je ne suis pas seul

«« Chargée
de fruits légers aux lèvres
pe mille fleurs variées
dans les bras du soleil
d’un oiseau familier
d’une goutte de pluie
Plus belle
que le ciel du matin

Je parle d’un jardin
je rêve

Mais j’aime justement »» 


«« Elle est debour sur mes paupières

Et ses cheveux sont dans les miens,
Elle a la forme de mes mains,
Elle a la couleur de mes yeux,
Elle s’engloutit dan mon ombre
Comme une pierre sur le ciel.

Elle a toujours les yeux ouverts
Et ne me laisse pas dormir.
Ses rêves en pleine lumière
Font s’évaporer les soleils,
Me font rire, pleurer et rire,
Parler sans avoir rien à dire »»

Capitale de la douleur


« Ta voix, tes yeux, tes mains, tes lèvres,

Nos silences, nos paroles,
La lumière qui s’en va, la lumière qui revient,
Un seul sourire pour nous deux,
Par besoin de savoir, j’ai vu la nuit créer le jour sans que nous changions d’apparence,
Ô bien-aimé de tous et bien-aimé d’un seul,
En silence ta bouche a promis d’être heureuse,
De loin en loin, ni la haine,
De proche en proche, ni l’amour,
Par la caresse nous sortons de notre enfance,
Je vois de mieux en mieux la forme humaine,
Comme un dialogue amoureux, le cœur ne fait qu’une seule bouche
Toutes les choses au hasard, tous les mots dits sans y penser,
Les sentiments à la dérive, les hommes tournent dans la ville,
Le regard, la parole et le fait que je t’aime,
Tout est en mouvement, il suffit d’avancer pour vivre,
D’aller droit devant soi vers tout ce que l’on aime,
J’allais vers toi, j’allais sans fin vers la lumière[8],
Si tu souris, c’est pour mieux m’envahir,
Les rayons de tes bras entrouvraient le brouillard. »

— Paul Éluard —

Robert Plant 🎈

I keep hold you up, up-up…tightly,
intentionally, exact as are situated
all the stars from the entire galaxy, 
exact as your joy on me it’s spread
while all charm shine it all around
and music is the love of mine given

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