Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Gimme 10 min, my Love My love…I can’t write during the council…deep intrusion, arch-cuddle…jail time… I was laughing while I was writing, remembering the freightened Copper-Constantino sitting on the top of the wardrobe and the furious gaze of Rose of the Climbing Rose Alley… Afraid? Why, my Love? Aah…of Copper-Constantino… I’m soooorry, my Love…I was writing about how I met Kali…you should know, since we will get married soon… How I Met Kali (and Copper-Constantino) I’m done… On the set, with the gnomes? My Love…when do you sleep, at all? Strike…back to bed, my Love…kisses, again… Sure, my Love… No And he’s counciling again…kisses Transmutations are ongoing for almost two yrs now…they can wait few hours more, my Love…shhhh Next turn at 4 pm…I love you, I love you, I love you…now let’s sleep Infinite desire…lost…I have work to do, my Love…and your should sleep… He should sleep too…lily-love, forced landing…The Pulse…infinite Love… No counciling at this our, my Love, nor parliamentary debates…shhhhh…try to sleep…I love you It’s 2-3 am in your worlds, my Love…my sweet Aussie is not sleeping… Crazy tulips, forced landing…your work, my Love…kisses The good night bite… I’m under the sheets…removing the pretext…preparing to bite… Infinite Love, try to sleep, my Love…no fooling around in The Library I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 4 pm to check on the sweet Aussie…until then…storm of thoughts, storm of feelings…rain of trumpets… I miss you so much that I cannot write…I’m just staring at your photos… Fall in the Parliament…infinite ecstasy… I think it was my experience with Theo that drew my subconscious and conscious and upper conscious mind to mold the reality and attract species that operate on a strict energy budget… What is my Love doing now? I love their immobility…at some point during the day you forget they are alive and start treating them like a decorative object…also it’s a mistery how they move from room A to room B – I never witnessed it… I love both dogs and cats but my ultimate preference – considering my comfort too – is Persian cats; they spend half the day lounging in one room, then eventually migrate to another for the second half – and right at midnight, they mysteriously come alive, batting a bell-ball around to make absolutely sure you don’t get any sleep Apropos, bite – do you still have Bobby? Infantile – the dream bite My Love wants parliamentary debates… Todaaay…I just want to cuddle and arrange the golden curls… My sweetheart has started the parliamentary session…tulip capture… Celestial perspective, angelic view…lily-fondles in the Bazaar – lately The Parliament – vampire tulips, The Pulse…lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road…emergency turn…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…infinite ecstasy…Big Scandal… Contact…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…hugging The Path, kissing The shadow…removing the pretext… My most beloved and the 2-3 vars “dialogues”…I have so many things to “tell” you and to ask…but it’s impossible to “talk” with the Sweet Aussie… My most beloved…it’s too early for politics…how was your day? Have you worked? Have you rest, fooled around? lilying the statement…kisses on the Lilies Road, trumpets on the hips…slipping on the lines of candor, slipping on the thighs…back to the Parliament…Big Scandal…lily-love, hungry tulips…forced landing…I love you Hugging the whole sweet Aussie…I miss you…arch-cuddle, kisses on the swan lines My Love, I’m heeeeeere Home Contact…gentle kiss, hungry kiss…a lily on The Nose…the upper lip, the lower lip…The Ouroboros… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I got tired not by the PowerPoint but by walking on eggshells with this new boss…effective today his name changes to ‘The Egg’…I have to think three times before asking something….I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…expedition with one trumpet/ square inch of Sweet Aussie…starting with The second heart… Contact…kisses on the swan lines…fall behind the board…crazy florals… I consider the statement as the opinion about ‘latte’…forced landing…deep intrusion…I love you… I hate these ‘latte’, oat/soy/almond lattes, flat white variations in cafés. Why not ‘milk’? Why ‘flat white’? Every time I hear the word ‘latte’… yet one day I almost asked for a flat white myself…I burst into laughter… Flat white strike You can exhibit The Bazaar, my Love…but I don’t move The max angle…