Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Home I fall on the desk, my Love…straitpijama and ventilator…kisses One…with golden curls, deep aquamarine eyes and impossible sense of humour… The Great Intrusion…infinite ecstasy… Conservative happiness… All of you, all of him… Sweeeeet Folía…I remember the first time I saw your photo realizing that you are the shy Aussie citizen…WWWho is this curled Aussie? I was sooooo happy…. I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I’ll be in my prefferred place… EEEverybody is normal, my Love… Lost in the director chair… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…lilies on the Gems…slipping on the Trumpets Road…crazy lilies, hungry tulips…The Pulse…arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…lost on Curls… Hold the board, my Love…seizing the hills…lily-fondles, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…lost underneath… What have I done? All of you, all of him… Contact…kisses on the swan lines, down on the arms… Slipping on that line of candor…heaven…lily-fondles on the thighs…promenade with trumpets up to the Bazaar…lily-storm on the sweets, up on His Sweetness…hungry tulips…fire… Hugging the whole sweet, incredibly beautiful, curled, cruel, tormented Aussie…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Hold me a little bit… Sweeeeeet shadow…hugging The Path…celestial perspective…pretext off…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor, down on the thighs…up on the thighs…detour to the sweets…Big Scandal…tulip-capture…fire…emergency turn…The Path on the hills…your thighs, your hips…lost Kisses on the arms, arch-cuddle…immersion in your eyes… Anything else on the agenda, Curls? Lost…infinite longing… Lot of suffering…lily-fondles, crazy tulips…forced landing…infinite desire…lost on Whooee-Whooee… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, cruel, tormented Aussie…back hug, kisses on the swan lines…all off…slipping on the Dimples and Hills with trumpets and bells and peony-love…WWWhere is The Great Sweetness? Turning the Aussie…lily-love, vampire tulips…forced landing…lost on you… Snorkeling…don’t look at me like this… All of you, all of him… My Love, I’m heeeeeeeere, I’m sooooorry, I just wanted to lay down a little bit and it all converted into snorring up until now… 2 and 1/2 hrs, Zweistein…I love you I really have to go, my Love…lost on you… One…the most beautiful… My Love, my Love, my Love…what are we going to do? OOOh…so ‘Curls’ means scolding…lost and lily-storm I have to go, Curls…kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf…lost in you Folía it is, my Love… All of you, all of him… Hugging the whole sweet, beautiful, curled, cruel, tormented Aussie…OOOh…fire… One…curled and tormented… The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…my incredibly beautiful Curls… I know, my Love… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…don’t post scary things…I hold you, I love you… Infinite desire…hot nothingness… Hugging the whole sweet, cruel, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the arms…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug…the glasses and The Nose… As if the infinite longing is not enough painful, Curls… Instead of holding me you scare me, my Love… All oy you, all of him… Hugging the whole sweet, cruel, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the Lilies Road…vampire tulips…lost All of you, all of him… Why do you scary me, Curls? Does this mean that the gnomes will invade Budapest, my Love? What is the ‘Break’ about, my Love?