Symphony of Letters 🎼✒️

At dusk, I am grateful for the breeze, the sea, the calm and the soul expelling bad thoughts.

At dusk. At dawn. Any time.

If the eye speaks about what the light illuminates, the senses are altered. If the heart speaks about what the backlight keeps in shadow, the feelings are moved. Specially when everything converges...

Mood: blooming spring. #Poemin3

That person advised me, 'Don't miss this train.' That love sailed, but I learned that our hearts treasure every moment we've lived. That the engine belongs to us, and we continue to add precious cars.

The blues is not a slow music, it is a flower on your skin with deep roots in your spirit.

Years of overcoming dunes and waves, believing the swell was receding. And here she is, having reached the stillness of dusk, discovering her new dawn.

She lies still awake, replaying in her mind the encounter, the walk home, the kisses, the music, the touch of their skin... And so, between caresses and caresses, she reaches her climax, an open portal to a restful sleep.

She knows what she shows and enjoys what she hides.

They call it love, but it burns like sex.

I always placed hope in blue soul.

Many wounds assumed for seeing her flourish.

The word: the word is strong, it doesn't need an image, it penetrates, like a wedge, and reaches the mind and heart, it is chewed, digested, and produces the most pleasurable torrents of affection... The word, and its capricious. consequences.

Just know you. #Poemin3

I'll leave the flowers in a dry vase. They won't be watered, but the petals will remain inside.

We begin our arduous journey. We will adjust the ropes, tie the rigging, and tie the lines to the cleat. Happy voyage. We will be sailors during the week and X users on the weekend. Happy summer! 🤗✒️⛵⚓🧭🌊

I threw a butterfly to the wind It knew how to carry it to you.