I really have to go, my Love…infinite cuddle, rain of trumpets…
I really have to go, my Love…infinite cuddle, rain of trumpets… Read More »
…every time when I look at the screen, I secretly hope that I will see your writings, not mine…and every time I only see the shadows of your thoughts reflected through my words…
I don’t know, my Love…sometimes missing is you is sooo painful… Read More »
I got the invitation from an old acquaintance, whom I’ve known for 30 years… I tend to avoid him whenever possible due to his egocentric, insolent, and grumpy demeanor…. His wife passed away last year, and because of the grief, he has become even grumpier – if that was possible… Nevertheless, I enjoy listening to
Doooon’t be angry, my Love… Read More »
…I hold you, I love you…infinite desire, infinite longing, infinite Love…