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…
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You are the sound of the ocean, the breath of fresh air, the brightest light and the darkest corner.
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.
She is traveling through the desert heat when whispering winds stroke dusty shores. The sunbeams are playing between her shadow and her soul. You can feel her wild heartbeat in each grain of sand and see the roaring waves in […]
I taste you in the fleshy fruit of the guayaba that melts as slowly as your kisses in my mouth – your eyes that explode in sunlight, your humid, fluid voice the soft, oceanic touch of your fingertips.
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