The dust of faith, the disappearance of the men in the boat, the transcendence of hope. A feeling of sorrow and lightness flowing together. A presence.
Trees to reshape your imagination. Both of us branching gaze and breath, hands and steps through their gigantic intricate stories. Antropoforming emotions, dramas and passions. Tragedies. Venalities.
… Just sexdump that girl.
And go for the one that would stab you while you lean your damn brains back in confidence. Full thrust. Gut or chest you red:
“I’ll give you lust mofo!”
As if this proximity to the organic and the vital needs is somewhat inherently manifest in the way people befriend each other here.
ramuri uriase extinse peste tot. maiestuos cu aroma de jasmine, de chiparoase, de flori de tei in plina explozie macerat de multa ploaie de vară. GARDENII! My world!