JordanTrinity

JORDANTRINITY

Salut, je suis Jordan Trinity, a garçon colombien, j'ai actuellement 18 ans, mon anniversaire est le 19 septembre, je suis danseur de profession parce que j'aime explorer mon imagination et l'exprimer, je me considère comme un extraverti et personne trop sensuelle, j'aime les petites choses, regarder. I'm also a dancer by profession, and I'm also a dancer by profession, and I'm also a dancer by profession, and I'm also a dancer by profession. The Commission shall be assisted by the European Parliament.

If man could say what he loves, if man could lift his love to heaven like a cloud in the light; If, like the walls that collapse, to greet the truth that stands in the middle, he could collapse his body, leaving only the truth of his love, the truth of himself, which is not called glory, fortune or ambition, but love or desire, I would be the one I imagined; the one who with his tongue, with his eyes and hands proclaims before men the unknown truth, the truth of his true love. I know only the freedom of being imprisoned in someone whose name I cannot hear without shuddering; someone for whom I forget this little existence for whom day and night are all I want, and my body and mind float in his body and mind like logs. lost that the sea drowns or freely raises, with the freedom of love, the only freedom that exalts me, the only freedom because I die. Vous justifiez mon existence: If I don't know you, I haven't lived; if I die without knowing you, I don't die, because I haven't lived..

Je suis trop authentique, chaque fois que vous le souhaitez, vous pouvez me trouver ici et j'aurai toujours le temps de vous parler, de discuter et d'avoir une rencontre érotique, je suis un mec très sexy, sensuel, hot et passionné, I like the pleasure and the love that they give me, I like ça pour satisfaire Their ghosts, that they masturbate for me, that they moult, that they ressent du désir et gémissent du plaisir de me voir. Come, walk with me, you alone blessed an immortal soul. We loved winter nights, wandering in the snow without witnesses. Will we return to those old pleasures? Dark clouds rush down over the mountains as many years ago, until they die on the wild horizon in gigantic stacked blocks; while the moonlight sinks in like a sneaky, nocturnal smile. Come walk with me; not so long ago we existed but death stole our company, as dawn stole the dew. One by one he carried the drops into the void until there were only two left; but my feelings still burst because they remain fixed in you. Don't claim my presence, can human love be so true? Can the flower of friendship die first and come alive after many years? No, though they are bathed in tears, The mounds cover their stem, The vital sap has withered and the green will not return. Surer than the final horror, inevitable as the underground rooms where the dead live and their reasons, Time, relentless, separates all hearts.

I love to do stripteases, to give gifts and to caress my tits that make me feel too sexy! I love the family party and my birthday party with the big party. My favorite ice cream is chocolate and vanilla.. I am a very choyée person, that's why I like to be treated like their prince and feel very loved, I love animals, in fact I have a pet, I like places that have nature, that generate peace, tranquility, my favorite colour is blue and black. Have compassion, mercy, love! Love, mercy! A pious love that does not make us suffer endlessly, a love of a single thought, that does not deviate, that you are pure, without masks, without stain. Let me have you whole.. Be all, all of me! This form, this grace, this little pleasure of love that is your kiss.. those hands, those divine eyes that warm the breast, white, bright, pleasant, even you, your soul out of pity, give me everything, hold back not an atom of an atom or I die, or if I continue to live, only your contemptible slave, forget, in the fog of useless affliction, the aims of life, the pleasure of my spirit Lose myself in my insensibility and my blind ambition! I adore thee as the nocturnal vault, O vessel of sorrow, great taciturn! And I love you all the more, beautiful, the more you flee from me; and the more I find the charm of my nights, ironically increasing the distance that separates my arms from the blue immensity. I advance in attacks and climb in assaults like a choir of worms next to a corpse, and I love tenderly, relentless and cruel beast, even your coldness, which increases your beauty.

I really like my body, I like to draw, paint, do sports, I take care of my silhouette, but in time I break my regime and I'm in the fast food business, I like to shop in the shopping mall, buy skin care, sportswear, accessories, that. It makes me feel too beautiful. Owner of the black girl, the one with the violet monk, for a kiss of your mouth gave Boabdil to Granada. It gave the best spear of the most bizarre Zenete, and with its fresh greenery a whole bank of the Darro. He would give the bullfight and, if it was in his hands, with the zambra of the Moors the courage of the Christians. He would give oriental carpets, armor and pipes, and he would give.. how much you are worth! , up to forty riders. Because your eyes are beautiful, because the light of dawn rises from them in the east, and its light golden the world. Your lips are a ruby, galamously split in two.. They tore it for you from the crown of God. From your lips flows the smile, the peace of your tongue.. light, airy, like a shimmering morning breeze. Oh, what a beautiful Nazarene for an oriental harem, loosing her black hair on the crystal neck, on a velvet bed, among a cloud of aroma, and wrapped in the white veil of the daughters of Muhammad! Come to Cordoba, Christian, you will be sultan there, and the sultan will be, oh sultan! a slave for you. He will give you so much wealth, so many Tunisian ornaments, that he will have to judge your beauty to pay him, you mean no one. Owner of the black touch, for a kiss from your mouth, Boabdil would give a kingdom; And for this reason, Christian, I would gladly give you a thousand heavens, if they were a thousand.

I want to know too many countries in the world, I love to travel, get to know different people and cultures, I am a lover of photographs, I love them a lot because they remain only good memories! I would like to speak different languages fluently, I am a boy who loves to learn and let myself be taught, my favorite food is sushi and Italian cuisine! I offer you my destruction. And I told you only of myself that before you the present was a form of the past; and that waiting was a way of wasting my time to hear, on the horizon of waiting, only the echo of a music where everything was silent as if it had never been, and that I knew that it was easy to do, for everything has its vocation to not have been: even the simplest thing would want to disappear. But you came to inhabit this echo and give meaning to the voice that speaks alone because you know - you knew - that this was how everyone spoke, and the only possible way to speak. And you gently kissed my drool on the mouth, which once stained the blank paper. You came, and I wish I was even less, and regret even more my life that another lived for me. I am not the one I call myself: you alone call me. I am not, nor are you, this shadow I call to speak of you as the rain would do that never stops falling; to offer you your reflection in the water of an ocean under which someone says he is dead - perhaps you who smiles at me. And you said to me, the dead speak, and I answer you, only the dead speak, one to another. I offer you no joy, but only the fruitful joy of the impossibility, as a continuous sting of the invisible life of our love. Je vous dis juste: listen to how this insect dies - and I showed you a dead fly in my hand, and I said, here's our wealth. And I added: learn to never shout that we love each other. Just whisper it, just your lips to not say it: because love is not yet forged and if no one loves like you and I could do it: only slowly, inventing the flower that did not exist: if you and I I love myself now, we'll have loved for the first time. I offer you no joy, but only the struggle of subjective beauty to be true, but only the pleasure of a long and certain agony because it is only when it dies that we know that it was happiness. This dead elephant, this search for what is definitely lost, this waiting that only hopes to find its own word. I wait for you at the end of the road: I offer you no joy: accompany me to the grave.

I am a lover of love, happiness and good energy for my life, I like to transmit happiness, joy and much love. I'm very noble and I'm eager to eat the world until I reach my goals, every day. I try to be better. I work hard for what I want to achieve, always having a good attitude, with the help of Dieu et mes efforts porteront leurs fruits pour vivre comme je le mérite, I love the glow of my face, my eyes and their unique glow. Finally you came to rock the corpse of my soul in your arms with the smile of a dead to tell me that the dead speak to make love in the ashes. Finally, you appeared in the middle of the purest emptiness, where there was no name or word left, not even my memory in the world, in myself: you finally arrived as a memory. If, even though it is impossible for you to stop loving me, your blind heart insists that you forget me, then I will be the Impossible, I will be the one who fully embodies in wax the white face of the Impossible. But you came here as if you were leaving forever, to tell me that there's still a Truth. And you've already defeated the black hole that's hidden behind the soul and is just waiting to see us fall, waiting for us. And I realized I was. And if there were still "one among so many men," as a translator of Ausiah told me, it would be so, yes, but with this desert entirely inhabited by you, who were but one of many.. And I gave thee the wilderness for a reward and a desolation, that thou mightest dwell therein, and not alter its purity for ever: I have set before thee the,

I am very sensual and naughty, I am a hot guy who loves good sex, good reciprocal love, I like to moan, get wet and be very horny, I like to give and get spanked. Sometimes I like to be dominant in bed, I like to dance and move my pretty hips, I'm very good at twerk, striptease, sexy and sensual dancing, I like to arouse the desire for myself.. BELLA, as in the fresh stone of the spring, the water opens a wide flash of foam, it's the smile on your face, beautiful with thin hands and thin feet like a silver horse, walking, flower of the world, it's like that I see you, beautiful with a copper nest tangled In your head, a dark honey-colored nest where my heart burns and rests, beautiful, your eyes don't hold on your face, your eyes don't hold on the ground. There are countries, there are rivers in your eyes, my country is in your eyes, I cross them, they light the world where I walk, beautiful. Your breasts are like two loaves made of earth of cereals and a golden moon, beautiful, your waist was made by my arm like a river when it passed a thousand years through your sweet body, beautiful. There's nothing like your hips, maybe the earth hid somewhere the curve and the aroma of your body, maybe somewhere, my beauty, your voice, your skin, your nails, my beauty, my beauty, your being. , your light, your shadow, beautiful, all that is mine, beautiful, all that is mine, mine, When you walk or rest, when you sing or sleep, when you suffer or dream, always, when you are near or far, always, you are mine, my beauty, always.

I like you to see me like your bitch, like your devil in bed, I can really be all for you, I like to play with my mouth and take you to heaven, you cry my name with pleasure, I can be your drug that you can't get out. This smile that comes to me like the sunset that crushes against my flesh that until then felt only heat or cold, this burnt music or butterfly weak like the air that would like just a pin to prevent its fall now when the clock advances without horizon or moon without wind without flag this sadness or Cold do not knock on my door let the wind take your lips this corpse that still keeps the heat of our kisses let me contemplate the world in a tear Come slowly towards me moon of fallen teeth. Let me enter the underwater cave, behind are the shapes that follow one another without leaving a trace, everything that passes and dissolves, leaving only smoke. White behind are the dreams that today are only ice or stone, fresh water like a kiss from the other side of the horizon.

The day you love me will have more light than June; the night you love me will be a full moon, with notes of Beethoven vibrating in every ray his ineffable things, and there will be more roses together than during the whole month of May. The crystal fountains will flow down the slopes, jumping crystal the day you love me. The day you love me, the hidden bushes will sound arpeggios never heard before. Ecstasy of your eyes, all the springs that have been and will be in the world will be when you love me. Hand in hand like little blonde sisters, headed with frank strawberries, the daisies will cross mountains and meadows, before your steps, the day you love me.. And if you take one of its leaves, its innocent last white petal will tell. vous: Passionately! At the dawn of the day when you love me, all the clovers will have four threatening leaves, and in the pond, nest of unknown germs, will bloom the mystical corollas of the lotuses. The day you love me, there will be every cloud magnificent wing; every arbol, mirage of "A Thousand and One Nights"; Every breeze is a song, every tree a lyre, every mountain an altar. The day you love me, for us both The beatitude of God will be in a single kiss.

Hide me so the world won't guess me. Hide for me its resin like the trunk, and let me perfume you in the shade, like the drop of rubber, and sweeten you with it, and the others will not know where your sweetness comes from.. I'm ugly without you, like things uprooted from your site; like roots abandoned on the ground. Why am I not small as the almond in the closed bone? Drink me! Give me a drop of your blood, and I'll go up to your cheek, and I'll be on it like the very vivid paint on the vine leaf. Give me your sigh, and I'll rise and fall from your chest, I'll tangle in your heart, I'll come out into the air and get back in. And I'll be in this game all my life. It was just love.. Love! There was nothing but love. Love was everywhere. There was nothing to say except love. Love passed through water, vanilla, love towards the one who wears it, love in several installments. Love analyzable, analyzed. Love from overseas. Equestrian love. Love in papier-mâché, love in milk.. full of prevention, of preventative; full of short-circuits, of obstacles. Love with a big M, with a capital M, dripping with meringue, covered with white flowers.. Spermatozoic love, Esperanto. Love disinfected, love unctuous.. Love with its accessories, with its spare parts; with its lack of punctuality and spelling; with its heart and telephone interruptions. A love that ignites the hearts of orangutans and firefighters. The love that exalts the song of frogs under the branches, that pulls the buttons off the boots, that feeds on jealousy and salad. Timeless love and imposed love. Incandescent love and gullible love. Love is indeformable. L'amour does not. Love, love, it's just love and love.. and nothing but love!

Anyone would say when they see you that the catastrophists have failed: it is not the end of the world that is coming, it is you. I see you walk down the hallway like someone walking two inches above the sky thinking no one sees you. You enter my house – my life – with your cards and your navel face visible, arms open as if tonight you offer me an open bar of poetry on your chest, hands so full of so many things you do to me I have the impression that it is the world, it is my turn and not the most beautiful girl of the neighborhood. You sit down and the first thing you do is tell me: I don't wear underwear but my skin wears armor. I look at you and I answer: I love today as much as I fear tomorrow. and I smile and kiss you on the back and mist your eyelids and your shield ends where the shields end: wrinkled in the garbage. And you smile and discover the tingling in my back and you tell me that a life without courage is an endless way back, and my fear takes off her panties and starts dancing with all the red lights. I kiss one by one every second so you stay in my bed to have the clock on our side; We say goodbye halfway around the world so that even if it takes us time, we want to come back; You come and go as anyone, but inside you are the only one; You love my freedom and I love to feel free by your side; I love your truth and you love to be true by my side. You have the most beautiful hair in the world to hang me until next winter; you have eyes that speak better than your mouth and a mouth that looks at me better than your eyes; you keep an alarm clock that lights the walls before the light of the sun itself; You have a laughter capable of saving the country and the gaze of those who know how to dream with open eyes. And suddenly it happens, without us expecting it, it happened. You haven't left and I already miss you, I just kissed you and my saliva multiplies wanting more, you cross the door and I already lick my fingers to save you, I cross Madrid and I want you with me in every corner. If the word is action then come talk to me about your love, I want to do with you everything that poetry has not yet written.

If I were God and had the secret, I would make you an exact being; I would taste it (as bakers taste bread, that is, with their mouth), and if this taste was the same as yours, that is, your same smell, and your way of smiling, of being silent, and of trembling, I would make you a true being.. my hand strictly, and to kiss us without hurting each other - I'm sure: I'm so careful when I kiss you -; then, if I were God, I could repeat to you and repeat to you, always the same and always different, without ever tiring of the identical game, without disdaining who you are for whom you are going to be soon; I don't know if I can explain myself, but I want to make it clear that if I were God, I would do everything I could to be Ángel González to love you as I love you, to calmly wait for you to believe yourself every day, to surprise the light every morning, newborn with your own light, and to close the impalpable curtain that separates sleep from life, resurrecting myself with your word, joyful Lazarus, I, still damp with shadows and laziness, surprised and absorbed in the contemplation of all that, in union with me, you recover and save, move, leave abandoned when - then - you remain silent.. (I listen to your silence. I hear constellations: you exist. I believe in you. You are.

Rest in my arms, I will protect you, close your eyes and enjoy our love, I know what it is to suffer for love but now I have it, remember that first kiss, how we passed on this passion, this encrypted message that only you and I can understand. We will understand, no one can separate us if we stay together, sentences are just words carried away by the wind, so look at the real actions I do for you. Your smile is my inspiration, to achieve everything I undertake, I am more secure because I know that always, You will be near me to support me in everything I do, everything has changed since the moment I met you, but above all the love you have given me is what makes me stronger and stronger, from your mouth come out the sweetest words I have ever had. heard, but especially the encouraging phrases, more full of hope than any human being wants to hear. All my feelings are what makes me close to you, the wills we both have are what make me say these promises, all the sorrows are ignored with closed eyes, to realize all the desires we swore, and all the pleasures fulfilled are what turns me into you. Later in our forbidden love. Do you love me? So stop living in solitude, tell me these romantic verses, leaving aside this negative thought, understand that I love you and you are the only person who, I hope, will play for me, but I will not take the first step, I am too. I'm cowardly to get rejection from you, I need you to be encouraged to tell me what you feel, that peace and love

take over our lives,

it comes to my mind that you're going to arrive differently, not exactly prettier or stronger or more docile or more cautious, just that you're going to arrive differently, as if this period of not seeing me had surprised you too, maybe because you know how I think of you and I list you. after all, nostalgia exists even if we don't cry on the ghostly stages or on the pillows of candor, or under the opaque sky me the nostalgia, your nostalgia and how it bothers me that it nostalgia, your face is the vanguard maybe it comes first because I paint it on the walls with invisible and sure lines, do not forget that your face looks at me like a people, smiles and gets angry and sings like a people and it gives you an inexhaustible light now I have no doubt about you will come differently and with new signs, with the Honestly, I know I'll love you without questions, I know you'll love me without answers.

my lonely soul cries in silence, except when my heart joins yours in a heavenly alliance of mutual sighs and love. It is the flame of my soul, like a lamp, that shines in the tomb: almost extinguished, invisible, but eternal.. even death can't destroy it. Remember me, will you?! .. Don't pass near my grave, no, without praying to me; For my soul there will be no greater torture than to know that you have forgotten my pain. Listen to my last voice. It's not a crime, pray for those who have been. I never asked you anything: when I expire, I demand that you come sobring on my grave. I love you by your eyebrow, by your hair, I debate you in very white corridors where the sources of light play, I argue with each name, I gently tear your scar, I put lightning ashes and ribbons that slept in the rain. your hair. I don't want you to have a form, to be precisely what comes after your hand, for the water, consider the water, and the lions when they dissolve in the sugar of the fable, and the gestures, this architecture of nothingness, lighting its lamps in the middle of the encounter. Every morning it's the painting where I invent and draw you, ready to erase you, that's not who you are, nor with that straight hair, that smile. I'm looking for your sum, the rim of the glass where the wine is also the moon and the mirror, I'm looking for that line that makes a man tremble in a museum gallery. In addition, je t'aime, et depuis longtemps et froidement I love you, and for a long time and a cold.

I love you by your eyebrow, by your hair, I debate you in very white corridors where the sources of light play, I argue with each name, I gently tear your scar, I put lightning ashes and ribbons that slept in the rain your hair. . I don't want you to have a form, to be precisely what comes after your hand, for the water, consider the water, and the lions when they dissolve in the sugar of the fable, and the gestures, this architecture of nothingness, lighting its lamps in the middle of the encounter. Every morning it's the painting where I invent and draw you, ready to erase you, that's not who you are, nor with that straight hair, that smile. I'm looking for your sum, the rim of the glass where the wine is also the moon and the mirror, I'm looking for that line that makes a man tremble in a museum gallery. In addition, je t'aime, et depuis longtemps et froidement I love you, and for a long time and a cold.