Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html My Love…closed until 8 am…kisses I’ll be back at 8 am, until then…infinite cuddle to wipe out the sadness of my sweet Aussie…arch-cuddle to imprison the repeat offender…lost in you I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…it was an exhausting day…at the office the air conditioning didn’t work properly…all bananas had been eaten – I think I mentioned this – all Focus Booths had disappeared and all meeting rooms were occupied… Under the sheets…seizing all the sweets…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…forced landing…infinite ecstasy… All off…lost in your beauty… Hugging the thighs, celestial perspective…angelic view…tulip-love…fire… What was the message? I’ll show you “farewell”… Why the 2nd song, my Love? Just like that? The One you don’t talk to, my Love…eventually you sing… Infinite cuddle…still sad, my Love? OOOh, right…I forgot ‘Your silence’…my sweet, impertinent Aussie… What about conversation, my Love? Eating the Aussie…kisses on The hips, down on The Path…slipping on the Lilies Road…seizing the Hills…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…emergency turn…collapse How is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Lost… News from the office: the undisciplined felines ate all the bananas – again, and the company name has changed – officially from November – The new brand/ name is Omterra…not sure if anybody has checked but there is another company with this name in Oregon: “OmTerra is a holistic mental health organization based in Southern Oregon (primarily serving clients in Williams and Grants Pass) that specializes in legally regulated psilocybin therapy and Psychedelic Somatic Interactional Psychotherapy (PSIP)”. So from now on, the cantine will serve mushrooms…infinite laughs… It’s quite some time since I wanted to write about Little Tear…when you posted the first song I thought I have to cheer you up with something…and flash my piano knowledge…infinite smile… Little Tear My Love, I’m heeeeeere Loving you…kisses My sweet Aussie is fooling around with double meanings…lily-fondles, tulip-love…fire They disassembled the Focus Booths…I have to go, my Love, I’ll be back at 9 pm… My most beloved, I’m soooorry, no Focus Booth rooms anymore, only Focus Aquariums – everybody can see my screen…I’m writing on mobile now, misery… In the office, my Love? Shame on us… I can’t stay now, my Love, lost in you, don’t know how I’ll powerpoint today… In the office, missing you, my complicated Love Home I love you His Sweetness is locked in the Focus Booth for the night…kisses I’m sleeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 4 pm…tomorrow is office day…until then…hugging your thighs, lost in the Valley… Infinite desire…another turbulent night, my Love… Turning the Aussie…all off…kisses and peony-love on the Dimples, down on the Hills…detour on the hips…turning the Aussie again…slipping on the lines of candor…lily-love on the treasure and the secret road…up on His Sweetness, peony-cuddle, vampire tulips…infinite love…The Great Climb-ing…lily prison, lily-cuddles…lost in you HHHow can you be sooo beautiful, my Love? Lost in your soul… Fire Hugging the thighs…up with kisses…seizing all the sweets…what about the supplements, my Love? Will they make you more talkative? It’s much better to sing and suffer, my Love…arranging the Curls… Infinite desire…WWWhen? Lost underneath…The Path on the hills, your thighs…infinite desire…The Great Intrusion…hot velvet, hot hardness…collapse Is my Love busy? Multitasking? Imprisoned in the focus Booth…meanwhile we can “talk”, my Love… I’m still writing the story, my Love…it’s loooong…lost on The Path…kisses on the hips, down on those lines of candor…fall in heaven…lily-fondles, tulip-love…fire Come here, Curls… Infinite ecstasy…I can’t reach The Great Sweetness, my Love… The sweetness of your being, my Love…any other topics on the agenda? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere I have to go, my Love…before I get ashamed again…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…lost on you… La Folía… Lost underneath… The upper lip, the lower lip…deep intrusion…did I tell you? Fire… Curious again: would you post a song for each festival I make, my Love? Not that I’m planning anything…