Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Home Come here, Curls…rain of trumpets on The Path…seizing the impertinent Kids…lily-love on the Lilies Road, up on His Sweetness…vampire tulips…fire…hot velvet, hot hardness…silent turn…The Great Revenge…collapse “Says” the Aussie Fast Services… What can I do, my Love? I fell in the bed like a stone…total blackout… I love you Lost on the Aussie Hills… Immersion in your eyes…Ouroboros of tongues…lilies on the Gems…turning the Aussie…lost on the Aussie Hills…trumpets and bells and loving bites…turning the Aussie again…lily-storm, hungry tulips…The pulse…forced landing…infinite ecstasy… It’s nice that you make the Aussie dérriere festival, my Love, but you wouldn’t text/ call me… HHHow many bites, Curls? I’m soooorry, my Love…I know how bad it is when you cannot find the other Gemini at the end of the corridor… Buttercups-hug, gems-kisses on the Kids…holding The Great Sweetness at the front…collapse… AttaBuoy… You could have texted/ called me, Curls… Mea culpa… Lilying my wounds and the Kids Despair Pleeaaase… Please reactivate it, my Love… But I’m ill, my Love… WWWhy? I haven’t done anything… Your profile has really disappeared again, my Love…WWWhat happened? I “said” I’m sooooorry, Curls… All off…trumpets and bells and loving bites…detour to the front…tulip-capture…collapse in the sand…I love you Curls… TFS, hmmm? Says who, my Love? Yeah…that’s Curls… My most beloved I’m heeeeeeere, I’m sooooorry, I fell asleep because I developed a cold – my usual travel detox… Contact…I love you I can’t stay now, my Love…good night trumpets and bells and loving bites and lily-storm…I’ll be back at 8 pm, you, most beloved and curled… Curls…aaarticulate please, I didn’t understand a word…it will be fun to “communicate” with you on that day, my Love… WWWhy ‘the Movie’, my Love? What have I done? I’m heeeeeeere to lily the Aussie… The One I love Yeah…I know, my Love…until then…can’t we just sneak around the ocean? I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 11:30 am for the good night lilies…until then…I’ll hold the philosophical stick… Turning the Aussie again…lily-storm, suction bells…forced landing…lily-prison, lily-cuddles…The Pulse…implosion…lost Turning the Aussie…trumpets and bells and loving bites…lost on the Hills… Ouroboros of tongues…arranging the golden curls…lilies on the Gems…octopus-hug…slipping…buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…lily-storm, vampire tulips…big Scandal…forced landing…infinite ecstasy… For the O2D To-Be Design workshop…do you take notes, Curls? On Nov 9 I go again to Germany, to Nürnberg…tortured Gemini… Aqua dream…lost in heaven When I start to write I fall in reverie…while Curls is suffering across the Tasman sea…I’m sooooorry, my Love…in my aqua dreams I feel closer to you then when I write…when I write I build the expectation – involuntarily – that you will answer with a regular message but then I only see the affichage with the shadow of your thoughts… Your voice, your scent…the golden curls…The Path on the path…The Great Intrusion…implosion… EEEverywhere…hold me forever…His Sweetness knows his way…collapse in your arms Kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines, down on the hands…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…can you breathe, Curls? Any news, my Love? What is in that curled mind of yours? Octopus-hug…kisses on the thighs, up on the lines of candor…tulip-capture…fire…hot velvet, hot hardness…lost beneath… How was/ is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Do you work, ride, fool around? All off, attack… My most beloved and curled, I’m heeeeeeeere…a kiss on that hand… The One I love 6 hrs Curls, assuming that I wake up in time…I love you