· Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

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• If curiosity got you here, — Salut.😉 I’m human. I love nature, artistic expression, puppies and fun; ⟮but not only that⟯, I have an inimitable flirty wink… A bohème one… I’m smile’s alibi…

• This blog is a site where you’ll find the newest tunes, and not only. What I write aren’t reviews of the music I listen to or about musicians, but rather cute allusive stories, wrapped poetically in concise open-form content. As a result, my visionary style constructs (playfully, debonairly, and nonchalantly) a bridge between my thoughts and the music, chiseled by the singer-songwriters. So Feel Free to Explore My Threads …and their Music.

• By the way, some of my Creative Writings have been published in different Literary Anthologies. (…a little has been printed at the Independent Publishing House — Kobayaashi Studios, and …a bit of several others at Steering 23 Publications)🤫🤭

• Next, — It's — SAD but TRUE — but by letting my feelings navigate haphazardly to meet an effect, — what to see, — a flickering effect had the source to lure my mind sufficiently to start a blog, where what I write to look like a chic toy for adults’ souls, ⟮sensitively and rhapsodically attributed⟯, in such a way as the basic essence, — ⟮music⟯ to make readers get guided wildly around.

• Sure — I’m not writing about something or someone specifically. I prefer my niche to have unlimited genres, partly because I want each reader to be able to relate to at least one of my stories. Also, that's freeing me to use the claws and blue manners, if somebody tries to put my work in a box.

• Additionally, to offer whatever’s necessary in expressing a subtle particularity, I graphed my blog intuitively by picturing it in a snazzy title — Poetic Mood · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi — (cos in the background will always play a melodic line to intensify an inviting moment).

• So, for whatever might lift you, and before examining the visionary segment of my mind, where the revealed thoughts haven’t a title but rather a song, I wish you a day exactly as your dreams dance in the rhythms of your imagination. I love you, hug you, and kiss you through music. Do the same (if you dare to...) …to try getting caught with me in the whimsical spirit of the blues, rock, or jazz, or of the metal and folk, or any aleatory rhythm kind. (All are flavored by their juicy substitutions, and well-spiced by known artists or less, but with undeniable artistic abilities.) Build with me castles in the sky, using the hypothesis offered by a melody or an illustration, or by some tiny, wise flashes …of others or …yours.

• Let’s achieve together a few shards of visions at whatever existing moment, aromatizing a part of our free time until another magical potion (with drops of all kinds of tints) is detected in an extraordinarily cinematic narration, nicely connected at some level, well-placed between reality and dreams, enough to lead us at a new moment, used by the cadence of the fantasy, profoundly anchored… somewhere…

• Thereby, if some of those echoes lit your path and brought you here, tempting you to get in, then go on. Explore me… Explore my poetic allusion · my poetic mood. Enjoy it.😎

🄯 C·M·P (aka) Claudia ✓ 📜🪶

PS — • What about you‽ Through which corridor of your nerves, happiness sneaks inside you‽ And (apropos), at what time‽🫦




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