Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html And aquamarine dreams…I love you I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…immersion in the Valley, lost in heaven… More than Love… My Aussie at the other end of the Gemini corridor It’s bed time for Curls, and powerpoint time for me…I’ll be back at 3:30 pm, hopefully on-time…until then…I’ll be under the sheets…around the Valley and the Bazaar… My complicated Aussie…buttercups-hug, Gems-kisses…arranging the curls and the collar… Really, curls? ‘Nothing tangible, my Love…I want to hold you, to love you…or at least to hear your voice…’ Hold me a little bit, Curls…His Sweetness knows his way…lost Weeks? I fell in reverie, my Love…vampire tulips…all of you, all of him…collapse…lost underneath You, most beautiful…heaven…rain of trumpets on The Path…slipping on that line of candor…kisses on the Lilies Road…Big Scandal…hot velvet, hot hardness…lily-love, vampire tulips…fire…emergency turn The One I Love…gold and aquamarine, complaints and critique Infinite longing, my Love Sweeeeeeeeeeet shadow…hugging the thighs, seizing the Hills…rain of trumpets in the Valley, lily-storm in the Bazaar – up on His Sweetness, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…fire…silent turn, collapse… My sweet Aussie is complaining at the front door…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses on the glasses…arch-cuddle…lost… My Curls…deep intrusion, tight hug, lilies on the Gems…fall in heaven… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere It wasn’t a good idea to ask ‘WWWhen?’…Curls begins to sing…kisses on the arms, up to the swan lines…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost in you, my beautiful Aussie… Hold me a little bit more, my Love…WWWhen? How was your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? And what is going on in that curled mind of yours? I love you Curls at the front door: all sorts of provocations, insinuations, complaints and critique…infinite smile The autumn is finally here, my Love…I was craving the cold and the greyness…the summer was long and hot…hot nothingness…my Love was not here… Buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…arranging the curls and the collar…my Love, my Love, my Love… What weeks, Curls? Curls is multitasking… Hold the board, Curls…all off, all of you, all of them…kisses on the Dimples and Hills…love-squeeze, turning the Aussie…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…lost underneath… What is in that curled mind of yours, my Love? Doctors to patients: ‘Patients who have already received a diagnosis from ChatGPT are requsted to seek a second opinion from Gemini, not from us’ No, I go to Claude… Sweeeeet shadow…I can’t have a normal dialogue with Curls…celestial perspective…kisses on the thighs up to the sweets…lily-storm, hungry tulips…fire…emergency turn… Is my Love still skiing? Heaven…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…kisses on the Lilies Road…a wink and a lily on his head…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…infinite ecstasy…silent turn…collapse… What’s the problem, my most beloved and curled? Big Scandal in LA? Deep intrusion, arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…lost We are literally infested with AI, my Love…is mushrooming…AI meetings, trainings, chats, groups, initiatives, projects…etc. I’m curious how it will evolve/ devolve… Hold me a little bit more, my Love…The Path on the hills…His Sweetness on his way…lost And I’ve had enough of Eggs today… I closed the powerpoint shop for today… The Buoy…lost WWWhat is my heart doing now? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere Kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf…I and the impertinent Bobby… I’m here/ there, my Love… I love you All of you Lilied and locked with infinite Love WWWhat can I do, my Love? I’m here/ there… I have to go, my Love…I have to show up at least at the end of the meeting…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…aquamarine dreams… Lost…any more complaints and critique, my Love? Promenade with trumpets and bells up to the Bazaar…lily-love, hungry tulips…The Pulse…arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost in you The One I love…is always commenting… Home