Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Parallel lives? Don’t keep repeating that…it’s like you want that…and it is not even true…we merge in the Gemini corridor… OOOh, my Love…what on earth do you mean with/ by ‘The ring’? Can I speak, Curls? Okaaay Loving you…lost in sweets… Infinite desire…hot velvet, hot hardness…the captive pulse…lily-cuddles…lost in you… Dérriere to dérriere dialogue… Me too And you, my Love…you are like 10 Dostoievski novels compiled… Thinking hard I am not designed to suffer, Curls…I am always looking for solutions… On Tuesday I have to present the concept of the Trojan horse project to one to two VPs…I hate it…I am not good at presenting/ talking BS… Curls is cheeky…why, my Love? Is this my fault? Spoooon… I’m here, there my Love… Kisses on The Path, down on that line of candor…seizing the Kids…down into heaven…lily-love on the sweets…hungry tulips…infinite desire…lost beneath… Come here, my Love…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses, arch-cuddle… My Love, my Love, my Love…have you had any sleep? Your heart, your soul? Infinite ecstasy… Kisses from the curls to the toes and back under the towel praetexta…I love you Our pain, my Love…but sometimes it’s a sweet pain… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie with infinite Love…let’s sleep, my Love…it’s 4 pm here, but I am tired too… Curls!…It’s 4 am and you haven’t slept at all…back to bed…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then…I’ll talk to you in my mind, in my heart…I love you Flat white waiting for Curls… His Sweetness knows his way…infinite Love, infinite longing… Rest your head on the buttercups, my Love…gems-kisses, arch-cuddle…I love you But then you show me the Kids, my Love…rain of trumpets and loving bites Has anything happened, my Love? “Tell” me what to do… Curls is hiding again…infinite Love, infinite desire…lost in you Curls is hiding agan…infinite Love, infinite desire…The Pulse…lost in you My Love, my Love, my Love…I know that pain…I don’t “talk” about because I don’t want to distress the sweet Aussie…why do you bring it up now so intensely? What happened? Curls is not sleeping..he’s posting scary things at the back door… Contact, forever…I have to go, my Love…kisses the 4th time…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then try to sleep and AAArticulate your dreams…I love you Me too, in the Valley Screw ‘The ring’, my Love…My life is scattered anyway…it’s not much left the decompose… Then stop the festivals, Curls…or call me…you can continue on the phone… I don’t understand, my Love…do you want me to come back in the evening? Coded silence is a ‘no’ ‘Our pain’ is a ‘yes’? Do you want to leave The Library/ me? What does this mean, my Love? What do you want, my Love? What’s in your mind and you cannot say? What can I do, my Love? Curls… I have to go…I love you I knowww, my Love…but I don’t want to suffer anymore…I cry at every 2 days… Our Love Hot velvet, hot hardness and hot nothingness… I knowww, first we must marry…kisses again No more festivals, my Love…kisses all over…sweet dreams… Home