Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html This exposé of yours, my Love…is it an expression of empathy? Tormented it was, my Love…the air conditioning in the plane arranged me for the night and the days to come, it seems…my head, eyes, throat…pain all over…I couldn’t breath, I woke up, tried to cure myself, went back to bed, and so on, several times… A trumpet in the middle…slipping on the Lilies Road…vampire tulips…fire… The back door edition of the Sweet Aussie Daily News is shrinking, my Love…and at the front door I only get 3-4 vars…lately mostly the ‘Ready!’…generous Aussie… My sweet Curls is impatient…come here…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor, down on the thighs…seizing the Hills…lily-fondles on the sweets…hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…lost underneath…The Great Intrusion…fire.. Hugging my whole sweet Aussie…how was your day, my Love? You heart, your soul? Kisses on the swan lines, arch-cuddle…infinite longing My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere All of him, all of you…but now I am going to bed, my Love… Home Eating the Aussie…all of him…fire…lost underneath… Kisses Kisses on the arms, down on the hands… Tormented they are, my Love…thighs and hills and other prominences and almost feelings… Oppressing The Original…deep intrusion, infinite Love, forced landing… The repeat offender and Great Scandalous Sweetness is locked for the night… I go to bed, my Love…I’m exhausted, my right eye is red and swollen, I am coughing like a donkey and sneezing like …I don’t find an analogy…I’ll be back at 9 am…until then…I hold you, I love you… Down on the Lilies Road…vampire tulips…seizing the Hills…fire…I love you Still philosophizing on what does it mean to be together if we are not together, Curls? And you, my Love? Folía it is, my Love…the new suitcase, it turned on the band 5 or 6 times – I didn’t recognize it…I was about to claim it…when I finally realized that is mine… My Love, I’m heeeeeeeeere Locking The Great Sweetness, they want to onboard me…I’ll be back after midnight, my Love…deep intrusion… Loving you…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor…sweets and scandal…infinite ecstasy…lily fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse… fire… Control Tower: who’s submersing first? Lot of whales, Curls… Apple-Cheeks was inspected (f-em them all), waiting for onboarding…coughing and sneezing… what a misery, my Love… I go to the bus station, my love…I’ll write from Munich…kisses Okaaay…kisses on the hips…tulip-love…The Pulse…fire No My beautiful Aussie…gold and deep aquamarine… Oooh, my Love…the only thing I’m ready for is a bed or a sauna…I saw Curls dancing with the whales… 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 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… Are you here/ there, my Love, or am I just reshuffling the impertinence? 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… 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…