Not Accepting Guests
- Last login over 9 years ago
Join Couchsurfing to see YANNA-KALINA’s full profile.
Overview
About Me
CURRENT MISSION
Turmalin
ABOUT ME
I can't deny what I've become
I'm just emotionally undone
I can't deny I can with someone else
When I have tried to find the words
To describe this sense absurd
Try to resist my thoughts but I can't lie
PHILOSOPHY
1.1 --Touching the walls with both hands simultaneously
1.2 --Blinking
1.3 --Feathers dance on the shoulders
1.4 --Keeping hold of those unfaithful legs
1.5 --Two little fish remember a dance
1.6 --Rooms meet in mirrors
1.7 --Shedding skin between moist tongue leaves
1.8 --Cutting oneâÃâ¬Ãâ¢s hair with two pairs of scissors simultaneously
--When a woman and her lover lie on one side looking at each other, and she twines her legs around her lover's legs with the window wide open, it is the oasis
Why I’m on Couchsurfing
HOW I PARTICIPATE IN COUCHSURFING
All the muse in myself
My desire I can't hide
No reason and I thought
COUCHSURFING EXPERIENCE
I can't divide they'll hide from me
I don't know who I'm meant to be
I guess it's just the person that I am
Often I've felt that I don't wade
Into the gift of my mistake
Again, again I'm wrong, and I confess
Interests
KUNST ART KUNST THEATER MUSIC AIR SKY THE BUILDINGS THE LIGHT OVER THE THEM WINE RED RED LIKE YOUR LIPS BOOKS TEXT NAOKIE SARAH VIRGINIA MARINA A. CHLOE ...DISTANT
- fish
- arts
- books
- theater
- dancing
- wine
- music
- fishing
Music, Movies, and Books
"And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florenz and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your
and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbor comes