Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html The Dream of the day: In the sliver glow behind the board… Back to bed…I’ll be late tomorrow, my Love…infinite longing…I love you I have to go, my Love…and you should sleep…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…one trumpet/lily/ square inch of sweet Aussie…sweet dreams…I love you Peony-love on the Bells Road – pretexts off, down on the Hills…detour to the front…grabbing all the sweets…and the Big Scandal…lost in you Back hug, arch-cuddle… Did I tell you? Golden curls and fire No worries, my Love…I’ll start with the derrière anyway… Your hands…lost Deep intrusion… The mule and his metaphors…you know where I am, my Love… How was your day, my Love? your heart, your soul? Immersion…forced landing combined with snorkeling… Since 2020 I’ve come to enjoy crowds…so the flood of undisciplined tourists actually makes me happy… It was, it is scary to see how many people enjoyed the lockdowns and still don’t understand the implications…after six years… My Love…I hope it is readable…this is the screen photo of my work laptop showing the preparation for my upcoming travel to Berlin sent by the company’s appointed travel agency…what do you see? a one pager of Fearmongering, control and the world’s “progessist” traits…influenza, polio, travel disruption, unrest, visa, vaccination, crime, terrorism…etc. So “travel with us but you better stay at home” We should let the Rats travel, felines should stay at home split in laptopers and service providers: food delivery, entertainment/ titytainment…etc AAAnd The Shadow of the dialogue…pretext off, slipping on the tender sides with kisses and peony-love…turning the Aussie, rain of trumpets on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples, down on the Hills…and a few bites…turning the Aussie again, bells on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road…fall in the Bazaar…celestial perspective…lily-storm, vampire tulips…collapse Good, at least I know one thing and we have the illusion of a dialogue…deep intrusion ‘Our nights’ – should I take it as a second confirmation that my Love is in the LA prairie or is it a general, philosophical, melancholic observation? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere What dialogue, my Love? Kisses on the thighs up to the Bazaar…lily-storm, hungry tulips…forced landing…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost on you Infinite torture… Are you here/ there, my Love? I’m rolling the same statement… Slipping underneath…sweeeeet weight…arch-cuddle…His Sweetness…curls…lost I woke up missing my Aussie… I love you, I love you, I love you… Unidentified, exhausted, sunburnt, pink species…I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…dreaming of your eyes, your voice…your breath, of the touch of your skin…of sweets and Scandal… Lilies on the Gems, kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips, down on the lines of candor…lost in sweets and scandal…lily-love, hungry tulips…lost underneath… Aah…my Love is busy researching in the Liibrary…attack… Only I have to ‘talk’ and work…removing the pretext…celestial perspective…seizing the Hills, tulip-capture…lost Anything else you’d like to “say”, my Love – beside those two-three vars? tight hug, deep intrusion…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost on you… Gentle kiss on the upper lip, hungry kiss on the lower lip…lost In between… Slipping on that line of candor…hugging The Path…seizing the Hills…trumpets and bites…kisses on the Lilies Road, fall in the Bazaar…lily-storm on the sweets…peony-love on the treasure and the secret road…vampire tulips…now his Sweetness can express His opinion…jail time… Invasion of undisciplined felines from all over the world, only my sweet Aussie was missing… Todaaay was a beautiful day – as much as it can be without you – when missing you burns…bright silver-gold sunshine, vivid blue sky and the fresh green of the trees, the colors of the spring-summer transition…now is aspirin and Aloe Vera… I am the one who’s never invited… An active night/ day in the Parliament…and I was not here/ there to sustain the debate… How was your night/ day? How is your heart, your soul? My dishavelled Aussie…deep intrusion I miss you, I miss you, I miss you… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere Kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf… Kisses – gentle kiss, hungry kiss I have to go, my Love…I go swimming…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…daydreaming of holding you and arranging your curls while you’re talking to me with that lovely accent… Exhausted WWWhen… Infinite longing…WWWhen? Under the Bazaar…pretext off, celestial perspective…seizing the hills…lilying The Great Sweetness…tulip-capture…infinite desire… Home