I am somewhat angelic and fascinating because of my appearance is of native mystery. My deep eyes seem to look into worlds that are beyond your imagination. I am wistful, filled with an angelic desire.
I am not talkative (chos!) and when I talk, the meanings are always confusing, dual, incomplete, as if I am expecting somebody else to clear them. Appreciate this personal charm of mine, but keep your eyes wide open because most certainly there is a pain or a wounded sensitiveness there, something that I hasn’t told anyone.
I am the woman of romanticism and all love stories in the world. You can find confusions and tiredness, but also dreams and all possible discretion in me. I never l