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One of the places of your house where you worked and decorated and that you like most.

The living room corner, you and me sitting on the sofá and talking. The Windows...

Tell me about the fire place, about the stove? What it means for you? If it means something? If there is some meaning there or just the warm of the fire? And if  someone lives there? Someone like Crugger? From the dolls house exorcist.

The eyes behind the mirror.

Yes, I like what you did there.

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She was talking to a piece of paper and writing down the words that came to her mind.

iNTERESTING. 

And you, what do you think, say and write?

Where were you when you wrote these words?

We could talk about many other interesting things, but these are nonetheless interesting, creative, instructive, and funny.

Can we talk about these things? Can we be friends? Do you agree? Is there anyone who disagrees? Anyone who is against it?

Is there any other voice? 

I only hear my voice and hers, and she's responding to what I wrote, drew, painted, and said. Responding and saying something... and something is good. 

Will it work? No, but until then... and If she understands it this way and wants it, we can be friends and talk. Who knows do some things together.

"aaand" isn't an understandable word in the context we were in. 

We were talking about Susana's cherry tree, and she came up with a different menu, text, and context. Too Spicy, I might say, for the plate of strawberries we were savoring and eating at the bedside table.

Kisses 

A lapdance in Lapland

Ah ah ah ah ah

I would change some things there if you alouded me.

Some materials, floors, decor, lights...  that pillow and some things of my being and way of talk and be.

Your food habits. The pastry and the coffee shops, the supermarket, the vegetables, the butcher, the fishmonger, the wine cellar, the bar, the restaurant and the menu. 

Dancing in the dark and fresh. It is magic.

The washing machine, the detergents and softeners, sheets, pillows, the plumbing, water... piss poo oil... 

The soak, the shower gel and the shampoo...

Your single days, giving to you your moments, as well giving you companie, less solitude and darkness, giving you care, snuggle, comfort, clarity and piece of mind, in light and in darkness.

Yes, that light hurts your eyes and mind.

You question where is heaven and how it looks like?

Have you question if there's a sourcerer there? And if it is his sourcery that's hurting you?

Did you know? Babies never walk towards the sunlight, blinds and the hurts then. They walk towards darker places. However babies like  the morning light and the colors of the sunrise and sunset, and the warm during the day. Never walk towards the wind, it's stronger than them. Air, brise, breath, smell and perfum. Never walk in the rain, they like water but rainwater is too cold for them. Snow, it's like the white rays of light that arrive on earth coming from the sun. Little frozen grains of white light dust.

Bright... the bright in your eyes, what is it? Waters, tears, feelings? The iris of your eyes? The passage to your mind and soul.

Pictures and video footage of you, the enemies editing... your view, visions, dreams, your tomorrow writing and steps...

Don't worry, your social media followers don't follow me on my blogs. Well, a few.

Here, not everyone is here, but they will and not in the yellow's blogs.