A piece of blue up there, a golden sparkle of warm sand down here. A foamy wave in the middle: half green, half blinding white. Silver feathers on a silver bird dreaming away into a scarlet sunset. The taste of sea salt on my lips, the touch of love on my hips. Long lashes on hot blue eyes that burn and soothe at once…
Privind in largul marii de pe plaje. Dragut. Dar mai ales reconfortant constatand ca pe langa multiplele preocupari profesionale si familiale, razbat emotii romantice „adolescentine”. Fii tot asa. Andrei I.
Cum ar fi viata fara emotii? Sunt asa cum simt. 🙂 Multumesc
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„Boring”, zise vulpea, uitîndu-se lung la poza cu struguri. 🙄
Hihihihi.
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because I miss Asia and because of that amazing afternoon mood