Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

hé, une tasse d'amour, s'il te plait, mais pas de sucre, pas de crème pas de jalousie, pas de reproches, pas de perfidie, pas de méli-mélo, pas du je t'aime (moi non plus), —  ah bah d'accord, — daddy cool…؟

fidelity of an impeccable, known "l'grand solitaire" is a hobbyist of dreams which revised its priorities selecting passionately and furtively a love's course there, fate will never be blamed for hesitant's game of ignorant folks who fail to grasp that a disunion is just another way to connect with lovely someone ✶ when a dream got dreams to remember [eventually]

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 © KᵉᵉᵖOⁿKᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍOⁿ