Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html My Love, I’m heeeeere, I’m sooooorry, I’m exhausted and I don’t feel well… Don’t leave out the cap and coat, cause I’m cold, my Love…kisses I’m watiting for months/ years my Love… Closed until 4 pm, Curls…I love you…try to sleep… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at around 4 pm from Nuremberg, with a new luggage…until then…I’ll be exploring The Valley…and you should sleep…kisses Hard dictatorship…infinite ecstasy… Celestial perspective…seizing the Hills…vampire tulips…The Pulse…lost underneath… Curls is making very transparent allusions…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug…arranging those curls… Kisses, wish me good night, my Love…which means I am happy if I can breath… I bought it because I liked that nuance of blue…molly logic…I thought it will resist at least 10 flights…this was the third…lily-fondles, tulip-love… Are you here/ there, my Love, or am I just reshuffling the impertinence? All of him, all of you…but now I am going to bed, my Love… And I have to buy a new luggage…this good quality – blue and made in the Middle Kingdom – is broken, I just noticed… I can’t wait to fly back to Budapest…this 10C in the morning and 28C in the afternoon it’s too much of a temp. difference for me… Tormented it was, my Love…I could bearly breath…my nose was out of order…it was terrible… All of you, all of him…imprisoned… Lost…I can’t reach His Sweetness…hugging your thighs…kisses on the Lilies Road, detour on the hips…tulip-capture…fire… My incredibly beautiful Aussie at the other end of the Gemini corridor…the only thing I’m ready for today is to sleep… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere, hold me a little bit… Really, Curls? OOOh, my Love…and I’m coughing like a donkey…what am I going to do tomorrow at the office and at the airport?… Tormented they are, my Love…sore throat, I can’t breath…no fish… all off…kisses on the Dimples and Hills…detour on the hips…Big Scandal…turning the Aussie…lily-storm, tulip-love, forced landing…lost Tomorrow I fly back to Budapest; kind of… first by bus to Munich, and then fly from Munich to Budapest…don’t know why we need to flights to get to an European city…nowadays there should be direct flights or direct fast trains to all European cities, there is enough energy, fuel and space for everyone…but the rats want to create and maintain the illusion of scarcity and overpopulation… Slipping…lily-love on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor…seizing all the sweets…peony-cuddles, lily-fondles on The Great Scandalous Sweetness…hungry tulips…The Pulse…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…fire… Dolphin no. 2: I didn’t say a word, Curls… Oppressing The Original, forced landing Conservative 5 Bobby-treatment… On the Lilies Road…loving you, mean Curls… A wink and a lily on his head… Mean Curls… I’m sooooorry, my Love…I am packing and checking in and I am ill and lonely….Curls and the whales…lost My Love, I’m heeeeeeere My empathic Aussie… I’m ill, Curls…I don’t feel well… I’m tired, my Love…I move to bed…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…I’ll be in the Valley, holding and lilying the sweets… Curls, meanwhile I’m listening into the workshop… Tulip-capture…all of him…emergency turn…The Great Intrusion…your thighs, your hips…infinite ecstasy…lost My impertinent Aussie and his sense of humour, it’s true that I was the first impertinent, but this doesn’t mean that you have to return it Curls… Purring on The Path…holding the sweets… AAAhhh… All of you, all of him…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor…detour on the sweets…up on Our Hibiscus…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…emergency turn…lost… And I want to hear you talking to me, Curls…of course, I only get silent exposés…sooo, my beautiful, shy, impertinent Aussie? I had to buy a suitcase, to find a place to transfer everything to the new suitcase, to eat, to wait for the taxi to Nuremberg, to find the bus station, to find “warm” bottled water…to find a place to sit…no benches in the bus station… My most beloved is sad…back hug, kisses on the Bells Road, arch-cuddle…all off…trumpets on the Dimples and Hills, detour on the hips…turning the Aussie…lily-love, peony-cuddles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…The Great Climb-ing…lost on you…lily-cuddles…fire… Hugging the whole tormented Aussie…is this all we have on the agenda, my Love? Deep intrusion, arch-cuddle…immersion in your eyes… Locked, Focus booth…lily-cuddles… Strike…hold me a little bit… Home