Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Kisses, wish me good night, my Love…which means I am happy if I can breath… Are you here/ there, my Love, or am I just reshuffling the impertinence? All of him, all of you…but now I am going to bed, my Love… Really, Curls? OOOh, my Love…and I’m coughing like a donkey…what am I going to do tomorrow at the office and at the airport?… Tormented they are, my Love…sore throat, I can’t breath…no fish… all off…kisses on the Dimples and Hills…detour on the hips…Big Scandal…turning the Aussie…lily-storm, tulip-love, forced landing…lost Tomorrow I fly back to Budapest; kind of… first by bus to Munich, and then fly from Munich to Budapest…don’t know why we need to flights to get to an European city…nowadays there should be direct flights or direct fast trains to all European cities, there is enough energy, fuel and space for everyone…but the rats want to create and maintain the illusion of scarcity and overpopulation… Slipping…lily-love on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor…seizing all the sweets…peony-cuddles, lily-fondles on The Great Scandalous Sweetness…hungry tulips…The Pulse…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…fire… Dolphin no. 2: I didn’t say a word, Curls… Oppressing The Original, forced landing Conservative 5 Bobby-treatment… On the Lilies Road…loving you, mean Curls… A wink and a lily on his head… Mean Curls… I’m sooooorry, my Love…I am packing and checking in and I am ill and lonely….Curls and the whales…lost My Love, I’m heeeeeeere My empathic Aussie… I’m ill, Curls…I don’t feel well… I’m tired, my Love…I move to bed…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…I’ll be in the Valley, holding and lilying the sweets… Curls, meanwhile I’m listening into the workshop… Tulip-capture…all of him…emergency turn…The Great Intrusion…your thighs, your hips…infinite ecstasy…lost Okaaay, self-service… My impertinent Aussie and his sense of humour, it’s true that I was the first impertinent, but this doesn’t mean that you have to return it Curls… Purring on The Path…holding the sweets… AAAhhh… All of you, all of him…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor…detour on the sweets…up on Our Hibiscus…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…emergency turn…lost… And I want to hear you talking to me, Curls…of course, I only get silent exposés…sooo, my beautiful, shy, impertinent Aussie? My most beloved is sad…back hug, kisses on the Bells Road, arch-cuddle…all off…trumpets on the Dimples and Hills, detour on the hips…turning the Aussie…lily-love, peony-cuddles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…The Great Climb-ing…lost on you…lily-cuddles…fire… Hugging the whole tormented Aussie…is this all we have on the agenda, my Love? Deep intrusion, arch-cuddle…immersion in your eyes… Locked, Focus booth…lily-cuddles… Strike…hold me a little bit… Okaaay, I go back to bed… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere…have you had any sleep? Kisses, again The Great Sweetness is locked…kisses all over I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then…I love you, I hold you…try to sleep… La Folía, my Love… Come here, curls…kisses on that line of candor…. How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? Kisses on the hips, hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…all of him…lost in you… Hugging the whole sweet, impertinent Aussie…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug…The Nose… Loving you…lily-storm, tulip-love…The Great climb-ing…The Pulse…lost Curls and the tunnel vision…in the focus Booth…all of him…infinite Love but now I want to “talk”…and don’t click on ‘Your silence”, Curls… Folía it is, my Love…I’m still so ill that I can’t go to the office, but tomorrow I’ll try to be there at least for the closing session and then I have to leave…there are always signs when things are going wrong…like for example this door…it’s a small thing but very annoying…and of a particular significance… My Love, I’m heeeeeere, I’m sooooorry, I couldn’t open the door again…I had to ask the receptionist to help… My Love, I’m heeeeeere, but gimme 10 min please Shhhh, I’m sleeeeping, Curls… Home