Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

if you wish me to leave my gaze on the floor, you should dare to step on it if you wish me to feel subjugated by you, you should dare to amaze me if you wish me to share the light with you, you should dare to blaze me if everything that's gone, you wish me to catch it up behind, you should dare to ask yourself what am i to you… but if you wish to know what's on my mind and soul, you should sink and swim in all sprung rivers out of me

 — Hi, honey! Sit down! My name's Janis Joplin Have you ever heard of me? — Yeah, I've heard of you — Oh, what's your name? — Eric Clapton

love is when you give someone else  the power to destroy you and you trust them not to do it...;₎₎

  — approximately, how many times a woman has to be conquered...‽ 𓇼 — (a woman is like a château...), has many locked rooms... has a wing on a side in which she keeps locked the memories... also, has a tower where she's keeping some hopes, hopes which are afraid to fly out of soul 𓇼 a woman is not conquered just once, — she must be conquered every day...

I'm as sweet as a sin in your eyes, when you hold the fasting of me demurely in your soul and mind loving me till God and looking humbled for the light to find a smell of the saint of myrrh. I'm as sweet as a sin in your eyes, then, when you're waiting for dispensation, that dispensation for love without knowing if it'll come this sweetness of godly thought with the smell of books and innocence. I'm as sweet as a sin, and you… you gotta be a chocolate Jesus looking in the sinner inside you knowing that it is not a miraculous icon or healing source that could heals you of me... me............................as sweet as a sin…

How many "so-called friends", do you have‽ Did you even try to buy them? Did you care? Did you hear their palaver? When d'you knew that by gazing in their eyes, they'll go away? ⋯·⋯ Will they go away in the claws of their own sigh, inhaling and exhaling their own hate's whisper, wrapped in a silent shout, on the route to hell, at the disappointing call hour of a hungry moon? ⋯·⋯hmm… At the disappointing call hour of a hungry moon, I saw night's finger migrating on the sun eyelid, too determined to find out the loners' unhappiness. All were attired in the garment of lovelessness.

Dear YOU⋯yOu⋯YoU⋯ — On a certain day, at a certain hour searching for something from your sacred place, you're going to find this page. I will not be begging your pardon but polite, I will inform you that once you get here you'll be taken into a future out of the past, then back to the future. You'll be letting the fairies that exist hidden in a corner of your mind to complete my stories, enough to beautify your soul, wrapped already, in my love. ⟮sincerely…⟯

I've placed some memories in one of your pockets to be found by chance or why not, even to search for them, when you'll want to see, again, some shards of love, with which once I caressed you mapping to you a magic party... invoked seductively with some itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny positive formula, so nostalgic in beauty sealed and savagely gathered at a moment, when you, like me too, were all I needed [psst... you're all I need still...]

sur toi, te… te bisous_èse te Fa dièse te Sol bémol jusqu'à au Mi jusqu'à au Si… et te Ré  te tra-la-la… jusqu'à au La… après te Do et tri-lle-lle jusqu'à t'plonger en Fa majeur puis j'te Sol jusqu'à au frisson en tout bémol partout dièse à flots de lunes tu tri-lu-lu tant gentil… car mille chansons d'amour est clé et puis encore sur toi, te… te bisous_èse…

❝ • if you can stay close to me and we can still be different • if the sun illuminates both of us without our shadows overlapping • if we can be “ourselves, us” in the middle of the world and together with the world crying, laughing, living • if every day we'll find out who we are and not the memory of how we were • if we give each other without knowing who will be first and who will be the last • if your body will sing with mine because together it's joy… — so it will be love… ...and will not be in vain to wait for each other so much.❞

My Own is beautiful as floated perfume is the other day she seemed an opening flower My own is beautiful as Angel's flesh in springtime the other evening all the sun was on my heart Save from my owns lips, there is no caress the spirit's parks are decked below her lips In clamor, she is the Temple and in the crowd the verge the welcoming of my own, the happy season. The other morning in her sadness was winter's night the voice of my own, the fairy of sounds For all my life she is an opening flower My Own is beautiful as resurrection is

I think I met you to learn more stuff about myself, — to discover new feelings, new heartbeats of my own, even to change my style, bringing new emotions to me, since the experience with you is a trip to time with each thought of mine in your thought, while our gazes are getting infiltrated in a touch and a kiss, identically like the charm of notes, so virgin so rational irrational

the music exposes some vibes; sinner seems a sensual saint, a spontaneous one designing an indescribable experience, – provoking me to invoke him, – tacitly to lure him to my zenith to consume my burning hollow

tell me something beautiful, she said, and he responded… — (∂ + m) ψ ✴ «In science, you want to say something nobody knew before in words that everyone can understand. In poetry, you're bound to say something everybody knows already in words that nobody can understand» ✴ (∂ + m) ψ   « If two systems interact with each other for a certain period of time and  then get separated, this can no longer be described as two separate systems. Somehow they become a single system. In other words, what happens to one of them continues to have impacts on the other. They're influenced by each other instantly, no matter how far apart they are... distant miles or light-years.»

my mood's sentiment is dynamiting in words using music's charm each impression is freshly dynamited with my bohème grace the best example is each song, —  all are a magnum opus

he asked her, how would you like to be touched… and she, enraptured, answered to him like that… i would like you to touch me as if you have to go somewhere far, far away, and you would like to remember about each part of my body, with my velvety skin, and with all my valleys, and curves that enriched my physique, and enticed you i would like you to touch me as if you'd be blind… unable to recognize just with your gaze my shapes i would like you to touch me as if you'd be mute and only your fingers can articulate all your words i would like you to touch me as if your hands have healing's power on my body, and feed me with your caresses, and therewith, you quench your starves and thirstiness with the love in me i would like you to touch me as if you'd like to dance with me an invented dance, and as if your hands are some kind of magic brushes with which you love to color my silhouette with shiny nuances, [your fire] i would like you to touch me as if you'd be a sculpt...

your eyes, lips, face, body, hands, feet, hair, seem cabalistic as if it's a sacred will, you to be sculpted in my mind every day, over again … confident, I sowed on you a smile dreamily and equally temptingly, like a strange color blue, chiseled to rend you ample, all of my graph

Here I am, — loving you. 𓇼 All satellites have been positioned relying on any move of my ankles. 𓇼 The operators and photographers have arranged the light, frames, samples, too. 𓇼 Look out for shadows. Fix my attire. I'm a sensitive kind. It's no time for details. 𓇼 All will appear on first page as the breaking news with other relevant words, until this edition ends.

maybe I'm not the one you think I am, — [maybe…] maybe I'm not the one I'd wish, or I should be, — [maybe…] but as I've been born without my consent, maybe too soon... or maybe too late... I accepted myself with everything I am… [for sure…]

My mind comports itself like a courtesan. If I’m looking for something, — (there is). Any answer is shown and advanced to me in detail by magic’s charm of the universe in my present time, so well monopolized somewhere in the past, where my actions have already transpired, and where I paid many tributes, in coins of love, converted at an exchange office of a galaxy, with, — my chic, — Salut… [in a hypnotic manner] ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ Mon esprit se conduit tel qu’une courtisane. Si je cherche quelque chose, — (y a-t-il…). Toute réponse, est montrée et offerte à moi, en détail, par le charme magique de l’univers, dans mon temps présent, si bien monopolisé quelque part dans le passé, où mes actions ont déjà transpiré, et où, j’ai payé de nombreux hommages, en monnaies d’amour, convertis dans l’une office d’échange d’une galaxie, avec mon chic,– Salut… [d’une façon hypnotique]

«I choose to love you in silence… For in silence I find no rejection, I choose to love you in loneliness… For in loneliness, no one owns you but me, I choose to adore you from a distance… For distance will shield me from pain, I choose to kiss you in the wind… For the wind is gentler than my lips, I choose to hold you in my dreams… For in my dreams, you have no end.»

dear reader‧‧‧, before throwing yourself in the void of my thoughts and navigate in all my dreamt and undreamed dreams, take with you the bow and arrows, — my mind is a jungle 𓇼 by the way, — try to wing onto yourself even a camera to immortalize anything 𓇼 adjusts the film on the spot, — lengthwise, width, up, down, and rotary, to explore (my nameless stars...), (my nameless loves...), elegantly masked in an allusive content 𓇼 remark, — in this galaxy of my universe, you'll be able to feel my mood inside you, as if you've been lured under the spell of a bad woman blues... ⋯ or you could have good╱bad luck in finding yourself when you look for me or, as you do, to get lost 𓇼 if somehow, it'll happen, follow the path of the good and beauty, and you'll be guided back to the light‧‧‧, my soul is self-satellite ᶜᵒᶜᵒoneᵈ in the blue spectrum's essences 🗢

il n'y a pas d'invitation, plus séduisante...... — come è fatto da una donna.............................. il n'y a pas de plus grande transformation, — come è creato da una bella storia d'amore....... et prélude a commencé.................................... anteriormente di tu conoscere, — her name... déduit, [sweet child o' mine],[sweet love child], dans le chuchotement magique… di peccati

under the influence of your happiness, your thoughts in my direction are arriving at me drunkenly and with a ton of nerves playing with my mind; under the influence of your eagerness, your eyes are sketching up and down in my soul, using an unknown alphabet with letters corrupted by your ecstasy; under the influence of your tenderness, the night from here with the sun there it's diluting in my moon and untangled in your stars to follow you follow me to wish you to wish me happy holidays 🎄

You showed me the bright side of your air, but me, — I felt shined just on your obscurest side. Hopes, entwined, got held tight on both sides. In the dark in the light, panting and shivering for an idea drawn in the whispers of our spirit. I thought. I tried... You tried... Our mind voice rose all the octaves once... twice... and again. Suddenly, you were lured to get into a vortex. A shift to reverse was your bet at a midnight. Light of abandon, your trophy, — a lilac wine [sweet—heady—unsteady, where's my love?]

Characterize yourself concisely, — (could you?). Also, please pay attention to those that are asking about it. After all, nobody’s a thing that can be reduced and described in a few words, or a brief narration without any remembrance. Even the movement itself through this universe can’t be summed up in a few phrases. Yet, for remaining in this atmosphere, and supposing that you really want to know a little bit about me, I invite you to sit comfortably there where you are. Savor whatever makes you feel good till you’ll familiarize yourself with me. (cool😎) Now, let’s move further. I’m a lover of words who express and identify herself, crayoning poetic thoughts and romantic ideas wrapped creatively into chicly belles letters. Every day is a new chapter in an assisting story after having been assisted in my DNA’s aggregate for generations. (🧬) Additionally, — I’ve planned on earning money by spreading my work, doing collaborations, and receiving donations because despite that, I’m human...

«• People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered. Love them anyway. • If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Do good anyway. • If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway. • The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. • Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway. • The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds. Think big anyway. • People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs. Fight for a few underdogs anyway. • What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway. • People really need help but may attack you if you do help them. Help people anyway. • Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.»

At some point, we get what we want without any reservation. Life with her whims of the picky princess puts you to choose a purposeless path. Therefore, someday, somehow, wherever, the unknown becomes known, and then nothing else matters

❝ Find what you Love and let it Kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it Kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly but it's much better to be killed by a lover.❞

Bizarre how the artists hypnotize me with their own voice and instruments. Bizarre, 'cause while they coddle their own devices, they take care to beautify me, painting me tunefully with their music, using the magic powers of notes and words, while simultaneously, they tell their own ravishing story, inspiring me to create, — 📃 © un p’tit je ne sais quoi ✒️ Bizarre, because the music, like any art, affects the way you feel, or I feel. Bizarre, because creates and induces certain emotions. Bizarre, because no matter what I'm doing, or you're doing, we're gonna make time to take a look at everything that makes you or makes me happy, while music will amplify tastes, colors, compositions, and shapes. Bizarre, because the music is the diacritic mark for everything in anything, and because depends on music for the way my story or your story is gonna sound ToDaY‣‣‣ t o D ream A bout Y ou‧‧‧ (me ‧‧‧ ؟?) I don't know what it is but I love it… 🪄🖊️💫  ᵏᴼᵏᴼ © KᵉᵉᵖOⁿK...

Today everything seems to be nicer. Even I seem to look much more beautiful. I woke up with the mad urge for bonbon, chocolate with almonds, and berries syrup. I've perfumed my hair with peonies. I dropped the sweetness of rose on my lips, and I took the happiness in my soul. Today, life just invited me to dance, and I accepted, murmuring, [and you, my love]