Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Home Gold and deep aquamarine…my incredibly beautiful Aussie…kisses, again… Doooon’t ‘movie’ me before sleep… I love you I’m sleeeeeepy…kisses My love…nice answer, great dialogue…submersion…wait…is that a scolding? WWWhy? All of you, all of him…todaaaay, a former colleague from GE called me to offer a senior mgr role in Engineering, leading a team of 20 tomcats…infinite laughs…I told him that I am just fine where I am now…I don’t want to lead anything and anyone… Sweeeeet Folía…hold me a little bit…The Path on the Hills, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness has to dig his head everywhere…lost I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…and I feel like I was beaten…I’ll be back at 8 am…I’m soooorry…until then…I’ll be in the Valley, promenading… She said I should exercise more…infinite laughs…sooo, Curls? Todaaay I was tortured…at physiotherapy the masseuse lady twisted my arms and I can’t qualify what she did with my back… My most beloved…back hug, kisses on the swan lines…arch-cuddle…all off…trumpets on the Dimples and Hills, detour on the hips…WWWhere is…? Turning the Aussie…kisses on the Lilies Road, down to the border…up on His Sweetness…lily-love, peony-cuddle…vampire tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost on you… What is my Love doing now? Come here…hugging The Path, seizing the hills…peony-Love on the tender sides, down on the Hills, kisses on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road…lily-fondles on His Sweetness, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…infinite desire…lost underneath… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…AAAnd The Little Soul… I’m reading the Curled News…infinite smile…have you had any sleep, my Love? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere…kisses on the arms, arranging those curls… Lily-love all over… And Curls is oppressed until tomorrow morning – NZ time He’s locked I knowww, my Love…infinite pain, infinite longing… My most beloved, I have to go, interruption…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…you should sleep…I will back hug you… Don’t look at me like this…deep intrusion…submersion… OOOh, Curls is tired…attack…three trumpets…two on the hips, one on his head…peony-cuddle, lily-storm, vampire tulips…infinite ecstasy…forced landing…lost on you On a Powerpoint day, my Love? The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…collapse… Hold the board, my Love…sweeeeeeet shadow…lost All of you, all of him…sweeeeeet shadow…come here, curls…seizing the Hills, kisses on the tender sides, down on the lines of candor, fall on the sweets…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…lost uunderneath… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…back hug, kisses on the neck…arch-cuddle My Love, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m sooooorry…not my fault Kisses… My sweet, curled, impertinent Aussie… I love you and the effect of wind in your curls… Our nights, our days… All of you, all of him… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 12 pm…to good-night-lily Curls…until then…you may feel me on the Lilies Road… I knowww, my Love…I spend all the day in the Valley, holding The Great Sweetness…Powerpoint only in the breaks… No conversation, no romaaaaance Anything else on the agenda, my Love? Sweeeeeeet Folía…fall on that line of candor…seizing all the sweets…lily-love, vampire tulips…the captive Pulse…lost underneath… My Love, my Love, my Love…with golden curls and deep aquamarine eyes…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…deep intrusion…lilies on the Gems…slipping under the sheets…lily-storm, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing… Curls likes that little something, full of himself…fall…three trumpets…two on the hips…one on his head…vampire tulips, forced landing…lost on you… Kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips, slipping on the lines of candor…promenade on the thighs…up to the Bazaar…lily-fondles…peony-cuddle, hungry tulips…lost…emergency turn…The Path on the hills…infinite ecstasy… I rode a donkey in Lindos, Greece… How was/ is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Kisses on those arms, up on the swan lines…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug…the remedy… Circadian folly only, my Love…EEEverybody is normal… Curls…when do you go back to LA? Lot of calculations with the NZ time… The Great Sweetness is another story…Big Scandal all day long…heaven…lily-love, hungry tulips…infinite desire… Come here….hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…how does the festival helps, my Love? My most beloved and curled, I’m heeeeeeeere