Sometimes I feel that a simple look from me says more than I would dare to confess, and when I smile, I do so with a shyness that I cannot help, although I know that behind that sweetness something deeper is hidden. Every movement I make is natural, but I am aware of how my body speaks for me, of the softness with which my hands touch my skin, of how I move effortlessly, almost as if each gesture had its own rhythm. I like to feel that subtle attention, as if the air becomes thicker when someone gets [more]
