Dreaming of a letter
From you...

If love was a god
I believe it must be a goddess...

Morning Coffee time,
time for making tea and Coffee...

March 8, women can do it.
Women in demonstrations...

My eyes are running empty
Each tear runs directly in the scale...

Lick my lips tenderly wild,
Share my soft naked skin...

I sit silently and wish to be back and hold you.
thinking about sweet love and a lot to do...

Under the shadow of the old trees
There was no wind no breeze...

You walk in beauty, colored like the night,
Velvet dark blue light shining in my eyes...

Morning home at your place
Smiling with morning grace...

After each quarrel passes,
the calm silent is coming...

It is not because you are beautiful, nor that you...