Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Aah…my Love is busy researching in the Liibrary…attack… Home OOOh…another night without you…wish me sweet dreams, my Love My most beloved…and his golden curls…infinite Love I’ll be back tomorrow at 8 am, my Love…for about 15 min…until then…tight hug, gentle kiss, hungry kiss, buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses, rain of trumpets, kisses on the Lilies Road, fall in the Bazaar… Golden curls…are you here/ there? I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…tomorrow I’ll be walking on eggshells again…only the thought tires me down to the floor… Riposte to the grandstand…followed by retort… Come here… And media blackout at the back door…not to mention that annoying platform…yeah, go ahead, you can comment, my Love… My Love is multitasking while I click 20 times to see an affichage change… Attack…pretext off, lily-storm, vampire tulips…grabbing all the sweets… I hate tatoos… I cannot serve any tangible proof that I am from Cluj – only the occasional Transylvanian speed…and my Sub-Carpathian origin is proved by my finesse and sense of humour… I re-watched ‘The Residence’ – a few scenes only…My talented Aussie…’She’s from Oklahomaaaa’…infinite laughs, lost… My Love, I’m heeeeeere… I can’t stay longer now, my Love…I came to check on the sweet Aussie…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then…rain of trumpets and oppression… I heard him…the vibes of the Big Scandal traversed the ocean… My Love was sleeping while His Sweetness took the grandstand…peony-cuddle, lily-fondles…crazy tulips…lost What is my Aussie doing now? Did he sleep? Slipping under the sheets…kisses on the neck, down on the Bells Road… Kisses – gentle kiss, hungry kiss The Dream of the day: In the sliver glow behind the board… I have to go, my Love…and you should sleep…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…one trumpet/lily/ square inch of sweet Aussie…sweet dreams…I love you Peony-love on the Bells Road – pretexts off, down on the Hills…detour to the front…grabbing all the sweets…and the Big Scandal…lost in you Back hug, arch-cuddle… Did I tell you? Golden curls and fire Back to bed…I’ll be late tomorrow, my Love…infinite longing…I love you No worries, my Love…I’ll start with the derrière anyway… Deep intrusion… Your hands…lost The mule and his metaphors…you know where I am, my Love… What dialogue, my Love? How was your day, my Love? your heart, your soul? Kisses on the thighs up to the Bazaar…lily-storm, hungry tulips…forced landing…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost on you Infinite torture… Are you here/ there, my Love? I’m rolling the same statement… Slipping underneath…sweeeeet weight…arch-cuddle…His Sweetness…curls…lost I woke up missing my Aussie… I love you, I love you, I love you… Unidentified, exhausted, sunburnt, pink species…I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…dreaming of your eyes, your voice…your breath, of the touch of your skin…of sweets and Scandal… Lilies on the Gems, kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips, down on the lines of candor…lost in sweets and scandal…lily-love, hungry tulips…lost underneath… Immersion…forced landing combined with snorkeling… Since 2020 I’ve come to enjoy crowds…so the flood of undisciplined tourists actually makes me happy… It was, it is scary to see how many people enjoyed the lockdowns and still don’t understand the implications…after six years… My Love…I hope it is readable…this is the screen photo of my work laptop showing the preparation for my upcoming travel to Berlin sent by the company’s appointed travel agency…what do you see? a one pager of Fearmongering, control and the world’s “progessist” traits…influenza, polio, travel disruption, unrest, visa, vaccination, crime, terrorism…etc. So “travel with us but you better stay at home” We should let the Rats travel, felines should stay at home split in laptopers and service providers: food delivery, entertainment/ titytainment…etc AAAnd The Shadow of the dialogue…pretext off, slipping on the tender sides with kisses and peony-love…turning the Aussie, rain of trumpets on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples, down on the Hills…and a few bites…turning the Aussie again, bells on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road…fall in the Bazaar…celestial perspective…lily-storm, vampire tulips…collapse Good, at least I know one thing and we have the illusion of a dialogue…deep intrusion ‘Our nights’ – should I take it as a second confirmation that my Love is in the LA prairie or is it a general, philosophical, melancholic observation? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere