ugh, you, – my incubus lover, i'm surrounded by ugly souls through their veins flows pus, unfurling up a mephitic smell their gazes suppurate dislike while their smiles are putrid thank god, my flower garden reveals perfume and colors and birds disperse their music, and your imps chase 'em away … ugh, you, the word of my word, sing to me... sing to my desires embrace, embrace my dreams, dreams credible and incredible travel, travel in all my missives chronicled to you by my future there, joviality bears my name, i'm the one who fulfills wishes there, the light of each shadow stimulates the shadow of light …  ugh, you, – my incubus lover, word of my word, – i call you

when morning got woken, — i was sleeping ✳ when i've got wakened, —  i was dreaming still ✳ dreamily, — i'm loved by you... (hypnotic) ✳ we're savored in our cosmic lechery's rustles ✳ we make it rain in unison the joy, we correct nothing, (we're in) quand le matin s'est réveillé, — je dormais ✳ quand je me serai réveillé, — je rêvais encore ✳ rêveusement, — je suis aimé de toi... (hypnotique) ✳ nous sommes savourés dans les bruissements de notre dépravation cosmique ✳ nous faisons pleuvoir à l'unisson la joie, on ne corrige rien... on est... (amoureux)

his lips, in a flash, got stuttered at the threshold of my lips and yet, his love, — meticulously, it rushed straight into my heart passionately and elegantly, and, fast and furious, he took my longs chic, he sowed, on the velvety skin of the love I am, — his love

whisper my name write my mirage live me, — in the name of longing in the name of verbs in the name of mystery in the name of appetite for my smile, for my eyes that kiss you, caress you for here I am your drunkenness, urging you valiantly to bathe me in the dew of your smile, to see me blossoming on dawn's edge of your lips on mine, — profiled to not get as one perceived feelin' dangerous  for I whisper your name for I write your mirage for I live you

I can't be face to face with you, — and yet, I plunged with aplomb into the starry desires of the fantasy, letting myself be pigmented by rays of the sun and mystical symptoms of the moon, using the pen of your soul, to take daily your philosophy's shape, chic sketched out, according to your art of loving, emitted sensually through a daring posture of your scent, tamed with sweetened kisses, through all my senses... I can't be face to face with you, — and yet, inventive, I blindfolded your moon with my sunshine. I whispered to it, you'll find me. Subtle you did it. You found Me. Je ne peux pas être face à face avec toi, — et pourtant, j'ai plongé avec aplomb dans les désirs étoilés de la fantaisie, me laissant pigmenter par les rayons du soleil et les symptômes mystiques de la lune, utilisant le crayon de ton âme, pour prendre jour après jour la forme de ta philosophie, esquissé selon ton art d'aimer émis sensuellement par une posture audacieuse de ton parfum, d

i blindfolded the trees with a green bandana and I told them to find me and the trees found me instantly with a guffaw of leaves i blindfolded the birds with a kerchief of clouds and i told them to find me... and the birds found me with a song... i blindfolded the sadness with a smile... and the sadness found me the next day into a love... i blindfolded the sun with my nights and i told him to find me... and the sun said, — «you're there everywhere, all this time, don't hide anymore.» «don't you hide anymore», said all the things and sentiments which i tried to blindfold 'em.» translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p'tit je ne sais quoi ‧ chic… à ma façon

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 femme adored woman), me, a sick Pygmalion... — c'mon, wander, Galatea (long and monotonous labor, just to bring you back to life, lovely femme adored woman) [x2] 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 hoarfrost, — (after that, be free to leave wherever your dreams may lead); If you'd gonna truly fall at the moment of a high reveal, I would quietly come to you, recompose you out of angels; (I would quietly come to you,  recompose you out of angels) [x2] After all this, I will leave... — (humiliated and bamboozled) to the side w

Knock, Knock Who's There? Follow. Follow Who? Follow Me Down

timid, it glided smoothly the district of my gaze on your pent-up beauty chambré, dreams' lips, have braked in a flash above your poem's lips warmed, the tender view on the tread of this thrill began to gurgle an opus all that will be is written as music dances with life, as i am dancing with you

Aujourd'hui j'suis entré souriant  seul dans le labyrinthe et avec calme, j'ai suivi mon cœur sur la route qui mène à ton jardin. Et les murmures volent dans l'air, et le jour ça fasse nuit… Un monde sans frontières se préparent pour le carnaval… (De tous ceux qui sont présents, uniquement les fous aiment, juste eux, seulement eux trouvent une porte dans le temps. Et de ceux qui ont traversé, seuls les fous eux savaient sur la sortie cachée du labyrinthe.)[r] Aujourd'hui j'suis entré encore dans ton jardin et je t'ai trouvé dans les griffes du désir vif entouré de lys et de statues, avec tes yeux concentrés. Tout le monde te regarde docile mais ça s'en va quand tu parles à eux et quand tu rappelles à eux que... (De tous ceux qui sont présents, uniquement les fous aiment, juste eux, seulement eux trouvent une porte dans le temps. Et de ceux qui ont traversé, seuls les fous eux savaient sur la sortie cachée du labyrinthe.)[r] translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p

Hé... Je sais que tu me vois. Je ressens que tu me caresses avec tes yeux. Tu m'effaces et me redessines... Et plus, je sais déjà... Je sais que tu m'entends. L'écho de ton coeur me parle quand tu ne veux pas répondre... Bienvenue! C'est la dernière fois que nous-mêmes rencontrons. Bienvenue, ami imaginaire! Bienvenue! C'est pour le dernier... fois. Bienvenue! Prochainement, je me réveillerai... suis-je exagère?! d◑◡◐b Nous vivons dans un rêve puisque les yeux du monde se sont fermés; C'est juste un rêve, ami imaginaire; Nous vivons dans un rêve puisque les yeux du monde se sont fermés; C'est juste un rêve! Comment est-ce que tu sais que tu n'es pas réel? Ami imaginaire,  bienvenue! C'est pour le dernier... fois; Bienvenue! Prochainement, je me réveillerai... ‣‣‣‣ translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p'tit je ne sais quoi ‧ chic… à ma façon  

when our shadows kissed each other, and our smells have leaned on our lips, and our core had so much of too many tricks to hold in music's balanced style with its sublime relish as we transpired, was maybe an alibi in trying to discern how it could be if it'll be when it'll be a dream's desire which doesn't give you doesn't give me one moment of peace till its deep essence will be fulfilled as we longed and begged for all along

he, in an atypical way, observed her hair hugged by the sun, then her skin stained by the stars, — stars so delicately sanctified in scent's spell of the queen-of-the-night soon after, his eyes got set on her, — his mind got fluidized, intercepting gently, the fairy essences of her body, so ripened, so greedy, so overflowing as him to get lost in her mirage in the meantime, — the stormy whispers of her soul have exteriorized, warning and pushing him to see her that she never sinned but in her dream, a dream of a banned love, — [now set aside] we've gathered here today to watch the faceless one man, the one who today can't smile anymore, the man one who lived without loving and we'll judge him, and his sentence will be harsh: we'll bury him and from his heart will grow a flower which poisons: — the queen of the night   and we've gathered here today to watch the  one  faceless woman, the one who today can't smile anymore, the woman who lived without loving and

everything it's in the speed, — delirium as far as the sky, —  we are in antithesis, the subjects of a dirty simple game —————————————————— my shy eyes descend desirously... but I breathe you in this urban decor —————————————————— she's killing me, she's killing me, slowly... she wants my heart, she wants my heart, from my chest; —————————————————— she's so gracefully among of bored crowd on the road and seems a hidden dance, where two strangers submissively dance —————————————————— my shy eyes descend desirously... but I breathe you in this urban decor —————————————————— she's killing me, she's killing me, slowly, — she wants my heart, she wants my heart from my chest; she's killing me, she's killing me, slowly, — she rips my heart, she rips my heart from my chest; —————————————————— burning on the asphalt and pulse the fire, it burns, burns shockingly burns too beautifully, the heart it burns, it burns, I confess... —————————————————— she's killing

Kiss my heavy eyes of so much cried, for just your kiss, it could be capable enough to quench my gripped eyes by evil fire and get 'em filled, with love and shine. Kiss my mouth, — my lips are clutched and they forgot the  smile and word's  sweetness; with the serenity, they're gonna smile again and fall in love with you, exactly like at first. Kiss my brow as any miserable thought and any kind of doubts to die, — bonus to be for all my dreams, a revitalization out of the spring, — for a new life... translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p'tit je ne sais quoi ‧ chic… à ma façon

I'm in as much as beautiful exactly as your love paints me. I'm in as much as beautiful exactly as you're using the grammar of feelings entitled in your mystery. I'm in as much as beautiful exactly as you combine slyly a smile impregnated in kisses. I'm in as much as beautiful as the most lusted, smoothened and hottest flavor enriched in selected ingredients exactly as you've dared to add them while you planned an escape to a tasty place for both of us.

The clothes were almost off… of her; Outside, — a tree… too indiscreet spies masterfully with any of its leaves to see her closer, closer… [it got gaped]. Perched, on my enormous easy chair, half nude, she clasped her hands. Her feet were trembling on the floor with that finesse, [a finesse as she is…]. I watched, — a waxed light's ray trapped into a tiny branch outside the window how's butterflying above her mouth, and up, over her breast, so pride and ripened. I kissed her delicately ankles. She held a sweetly brutal laugh which scattered into virgin trills  —  a jolly laugh so crystalline… Her feet hid under her chemise revolted said, — 'please stop it!…' But I laughed at her cries —  I knew she really liked it. Her eye trembled beneath my lips, but they've closed at my touch. Her head went back; she cried: 'Oh, really! That's too much! 'My dear, I'm warning you…' I stopped her protest with a kiss and she laughed, low —  a l

She's sad. He is not. Both alone.  She knows what He's gonna do for He's flexed slightly over her. Softly, She began to tremble, — — I'm scared, — She whispered.  — It's nothing to fear, — He said, & swiftly he extracted her tooth.

— 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, the 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 (dunno when...). « Après 50 ans, on reçoit plein des roses : sclé roses , arth roses , ostéopo roses , név roses . Pour toutes ces roses , il y a un remède.🥂 Donc pas de panique. C’est pas grave. »😉 “ YA trop d’bruits Pour penser à ma vie Pour changer mes habitudes J’vais marcher Pour changer mes idées Ma peur de la solitude C’est pas grave s’il n’y a personne pour m’écouter J’vais chanter pour les oiseaux Si tout l’monde a les oreilles bouchées J’vais crier pour m’amuser YA trop d’bruits J’m’entends plus chanter J’vais faire comme d’habitude Comme chez moi Ou au milieu du bois J’vais chanter ma

a woman went to a gypsy to can decipher her dilemma... — — two men are in love with me, so i'd want you to tell me which of 'em will be the lucky one of becoming my husband [after reading the tarot, the gypsy replied to the woman], — the lucky one will be he for you gonna marry with the other