Naked body in water,
the umbrella gleams like a secret in hand.
Drops dance boldly on skin,
the river leans close, craving more.
Each frame—a whisper of flesh and wave,
a drop unafraid to touch.
9:04 pm. I owe you the next part of my life.. Think about it... Maybe again.. see the common sides... Maybe that's why you were SO GOOD TO ME!!! POSTING THREE TIMES!!!! THE SAME PHOTO!!!! Someone told me, GOOD SOULS FIND EACH OTHER!!!
8:55 pm. She worked hard. Take care about her parents. Then they moved to live with us.. When a Jewish child came to age 13. He do some Jewish things from tradition. I did it. Some days after they died. Different of three months
8:47 pm. Most of the time, She didn't talk a lot, didn't ask where do I play. When I was eight, ten years old, the parents of my mother, moved near by, and were ill, didn't work! Though, she had to feed two children and two adults with kind of treatments
8:38 pm. MY ORIOLA, I was born to a mother that had a mother my grandmother, that was hard with her. After three years, my father died almost immediately. She loved him. Now she had to earn money for two children.
12:03 pm. MY ORIOLA, MY ONLY ONE IN MY LIFE! Friday, the busy day, also before our important holiday. . Sorry I'm not with you as much as I wanted!!! ILYF
8:17 PM. IN MY DEEP OF MY HEART I WISH I'LL BE ABLE TO BRING YOU TO SITUATION, YOU'LL START ANSWERING ME!! IN MY DREAMS!! I go to sleep. I wish you a glad night night with wonderful dreams!! Our 😘🌹 kiss 🌹😘 goodnight. ILYF
8:14 pm. Then I think, but I know also about you, that's why I can say we have in common!! And I have to say.. if we could Talk, if you could answer me.. it will help you so much.. also with talking! I don't push you to answer me!!! NOT NOW!!
8:05 pm. I also told her that I'm writing with a young woman, that we are very closed and that one night you called me three times, from that day, I'll write you also at night. I WONDER, HOW MUCH I'M OPEN WITH YOU! TELLING YOU SO CLOSE ABOUT ME
7:56 pm. I just came back from the meeting with the psychologist. I told her, and now to you, that our life has some years in common. My mother showed no signs of love. That's how she was raised too. She didn't talk much either. Isn't it in common for us???
Wet river
Posted by: Oriola
Naked body in water,
the umbrella gleams like a secret in hand.
Drops dance boldly on skin,
the river leans close, craving more.
Each frame—a whisper of flesh and wave,
a drop unafraid to touch.