Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html HHHow? I don’t provoke you, my Love…that’s your speciality, along withe the Irish-Aussie diversions…promenade to the Bazaar…removing the pretext and the guitar…loooong lily-fondles, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…The Pulse…jail time…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…The Nose…golden curls… Remove the pretexts, my Love…lily-storm, vampire tulips…seizing the Hills… Nooo title WWWhen? I’m tired to be outside The “all or nothing”? Really, my Love? I don’t want a purely library relationship, my Love… How convenient…I gave you a metaphor for every situation…when will the shadows materialize, my Love? How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? My Love, I’m heeeeere Kisses, again…night dreaming…of slipping under your sheets and arranging the golden curls, and removing the pretexs… Can’t bite the Hills either…unfortunately… I cannot lily the statement in The Library, my Love… I go to bed, my Love…I got tired by so many perspectives and possibilities…I’ll be back at 8 am, trying to hope again…kisses on the line of candor in the window in the photo When do you plan to finalize the transumtations, my Love? So, is my sweet Aussie coming to Budapest? Or to Jackson? Or to Berlin? Of course, not. Celestial perspective…lily-love, hungry tulips…always the hunger… And shadows…lovely ones…but shadows…removing the towel praetexta…kisses on The Shadow… Pretexts, pretexts… Reflecting on your generosity, my Love My possibilities… Right, everything is just a festival… How is this fair, my Love? At least you could help with the cleanup, my Love…but nothing, nada, niente, rien… I’m here, my Love…like always… Only in the shadow of everything, my Love… Why, my Love? this is how I feel… I get nothing of you…staring at the line of candor in the photo… To believe in the big nothing… Sometimes is very hard… OOOh, my Love… And emergency ventilation to cool off the online turbulences… Flat elongated… Online turbulences… Silicone into gnomes and gnomes into silicone…I know, my Love Aha…iha As always… Anything tangible, my Love? Transmutations? Who gets only the shadow of you… So I’ll always be the undisciplined tourist outdoor… Nothing real? In The Library, my Love? Virtual talk, virtual encounter, virtual… HHHow? Me too…WWWhen? The question was full of Love…no reasons to be afraid, my Love… What was my most beloved doing? Home