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Seeking the meaning of life and the Universe and everything. Infinite Smile, Infinite Love.

How much I love you? That I love the aquamarine magic – joy and sadness – of your eyes, the inquisitive nose especially when it is upset, the mouth – the upper lip – The Innocent, the lower lip – The Lover, your hands and your hand gestures, whether they accompany your words or simply

I’ll return at your 10-11 am. In the meantime please pick a destination. Infinite Love.

…and the warm water of the Labrador Sea. You couldn’t sleep much because you were eager to tell me. Infinite Laughs, Infinite Love.

South Europe. It’s bedtime now. We’ll “talk” at your 10-11 am. Infinite Love.

Try to forget it, one day we will run to the sea. Infinite Love.

The most magical time at the bazaar is during siesta. The crowd vanishes, time seems to freeze, lazy cats fluidly slink off the roofs, and the way to the sea is open. Do you want to rush to the sea or buy a magical carpet? Infinite Love.

Are you really there? Why aren’t you sleeping? Infinite love.

It’s bedtime for you now. If you can’t sleep, listen to the lullaby I sent you, the one meant for the boy with aquamarine eyes, the most beautiful boy of all. Infinitely missing you.