from where i lie i see the skies so clear that i see the crocodile float laz… a stork lands on the surface, it flies away with a guppy in its…
bloody red skies of passion bloome…
puddle of strawberry slushy fell d…
under the thousand and twenty thre…
summer has arrived again in the da…
tucked in my blue pullover on the…
i picked the burning tuscan sun sitting in warm mutton soup with my chopsticks. and placed it in my mouth. the soft yolk spilt sweetly on my tongue. flooding me insides in yellow mellow...
the cool summer breeze strokes my…
the sun looks like a slice of oran…
spend my days in an endless field of meadows, with sheep as big as bushes. wool as soft as clouds alike, knitted cardigans dyed with french pink. the sheep would carry me wherever. i wo...
don’t you know the bliss of fresh…
drunk whilst listening to music, i… im way too young, not mature enoug… just some more, 'till i become swe…
we lay tangled in the grassy meadow, with fingers sticky from sun dried figs among the pouches of sweetness fallen down from trees. our hair drenched in the july warmth, among the garde...
i sit my arse on the kitchen table, munching on the warm and buttery croissant with a mug of hot espresso on the side. and sigh watching the patissier laminate the flat, white dough wit...
her scent gushes of fresh strawber…
