You can always find her on the seashore. She smells like coconuts and there is something as exotic and dangerous about her beauty that inundates you like a sparkling tidal wave…
You can always find her on the seashore. She smells like coconuts and there is something as exotic and dangerous about her beauty that inundates you like a sparkling tidal wave…
I’ve finally realized my old dream – I moved my grandfather’s paintings on decorative silk–linen pillows and suddenly the whole room was filled with the smell of lilac blossom…
You are the sound of the ocean, the breath of fresh air, the brightest light and the darkest corner.
I always dreamed of a small beach house on the seashore, where I could play with shells and hear the wistful choirs of mermaids, watch the whales and the moonlight playing between shimmering waves…
Her dreams glowed in the velvet morning dusk. She wanted to be far away from here, in the middle of the ocean, where golden sunbeams are playing with transparent blue waves.