Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html The question was full of Love…no reasons to be afraid, my Love… What was my most beloved doing? My Love, I’m heeeeere Let’s sleep, my Love…kisses, again Call me, my Love…it doesn’t solve the hibiscus issue but we can at least talk about it… You should go back to bed, my Love…you haven’t slept much, or not at all…back hug, arch-cuddle…shhhhhh The net is terribly slow, my Love…kisses and bites I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then…gentle kiss, hungry kiss…rain of Love… I’m heeeeere, my Love…daydreaming Angelic view… Statement in the window? Kisses on that line of candor…detour to the Lilies Road…tulip-capture…The Pulse…lost… Statements all day long… Deep intrusion, arranging the golden curls…infinite Love Celestial perspective, angelic view…lily-fondles, tulip-love…The Pulse…emergency turn…the Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…jail time…lost I’m back, my Love…removing the pretext, hugging The Path…kisses on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road… 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… Home