Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html The One I love… AAArticulate, Curls… EEEverywhere…hold me a little bit…His Sweetness knows his way… Buttercups on the Hills…kisses on the Bells Road… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 11:30 am…until then…zen on the Hills…infinite beauty… Hmmm…where to start? It might be the effect that kicks in when the British escape their foggy isles and move somewhere warm down south…I’ve seen in Brits living in Greece, too. British humour + je ne sais quoi Crazy Aussie humour My Love…who’s that? Infinite laughs… Curls…I can’t fool around on the Hills all day long…need to go down/ up in the Valley too…celestial perspective…kisses on the thighs, up to the treasure and the secret road, seizing His Sweetness, lily-love, hungry tulips…The Pulse…lost beneath… Promenade with trumpets and big bells up to heaven…infinite sweetness…arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…The Pulse…fire…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost on you…can you breathe, my Love? Hugging The Path, seizing the Culprits…rain of trumpets…a lily in the middle, two on the hips…detour on the Lilies Road, up on The Great Sweetness…vampire tulips…lost…silent turn Lost on the Hills…to bite or not to bite? How was/ is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Detour to the front, lilies on the Gems, slipping on the Trumpets Road…fall into heaven…tulip-love… Swimming up on the Hills with trumpets and big bells… What is Curls waiting for with the premier plan? My most beloved, I’m back… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere, but gimme 10 min, please Home Contact, forever… The One I love I need a photo with a more explicit shadow… Kisses from the curls to the toes and back under the towel praetexta…angelic view… I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I’ll swim around you, my Love… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…hold me a little bit…his Sweetness knows his way… And the big external consultancy firm will get the credit for… I always have to hide…and do the work… Todaaay, I had a lot of meetings with The Egg on how to play the Trojan horse…OOOh, my Love… I would bubble desperately: WWWait Curls, I can’t reach The Great Sweetness! Wild indeed, my Love, cause i don’t know HHHow I would immerse / submerse…more than 3 meters… Swimming beneath…tulip-capture…all of him… Swimming up on the Hills…with trumpets and big bells… My Love and his accent…I love every day thinking of how we will communicate one day…WWWhat? I miss you, I miss the sea and the silver glow… How could I have forgotten that photo, you, most beautiful and curled? OOOh…perfect angle…attack Talking to you non-stop… Curls…I can’t bend all day in all angles… Good festival or bad festival, my Love? WWWhat is my most beloved doing now? The golden smile, lost in you Contact, forever WWWhere are The Culprits? Revenge It burns Me too I miss you too, my Love… Your thighs, your hips…The Culprits…love-squeeze…arch-cuddle, His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…infinite ecstasy… Buddha, move…