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Issa. His name sounds like a promise, an invitation to travel, a sweet but assertive melody, carried by the breath of the world. As soon as you pronounce her name, you feel that she is not an ordinary woman. Oh, no. Issa is one of those who are not forgotten, of those who mark a moment, a look, a conversation, a life.

Originally from Colombia, she carries in her the warmth of the Andes, the sensuality of the Caribbean and the quiet strength of the women of her land. But Issa never settled on her roots – she made them travel. Insatiable curious, she traveled the world with a thirst for rare discovery, leaving behind memories and carrying in her heart the colors, perfumes, music and silences of the continents crossed..

Issa is a mature woman, fully aware of her value, her desires, and her limitations, which she welcomes with grace. She does not seek to please or convince. It is, simply. And it is this authenticity, this inner peace, that makes it so captivating. It is noticed without needing to be noticed. Her elegance is not in the brands she wears, but in the way she stands, listens, looks at the world.

His style is in his image: refined, without ostentation. A silk scarf knotted with care, a fluid dress that embraces the movement of the wind, a touch of subtle perfume. She enters a room, and suddenly, time seems to slow down. There is something timeless about her, as if she belonged to several eras at once..

But behind this sometimes almost aristocratic appearance, burns a fire. That of freedom. That of adventure. Because Issa can't stand boredom. She loves the roads that fork, the unexpected detours, the sunsets seen from a train somewhere in Asia, or the colorful markets of North Africa where she haggle spices laughing with the merchants..

She lived a thousand lives in one. She speaks several languages, but it is in French that she likes to tell her stories, with that little touch of accent that gives even more charm to her words. She tells you about a love in Lisbon, a trek in Nepal, a starry night in the Sahara, a dinner on a terrace in Florence, a storm in Patagonia. Each memory is a chapter, each chapter a treasure.

But what Issa prefers, above all, is sharing. She likes to sit at a well-laid table, open a good bottle of wine – red, deep, a little capricious, in her image – and remake the world around a sincere conversation. She listens as much as she speaks. She does not judge, she understands. She does not give advice at random, but when she speaks, her words just touch, as if she knew exactly what you needed to hear.

She has the rare gift of asking the right questions. Those that make you think, that sometimes disturb, but that reveal. Because she herself knew how to question herself, make courageous choices, leave comfortable situations to follow her instinct, her truth. She knows how to make the best decisions, not because she is infallible, but because she dares to listen to what many stifled: intuition.

Issa is not afraid of loneliness. It tames it, even cherishes it. She knows that true companionship begins with the companionship one has with oneself. Yet, when she chooses to give you a moment, it is a privilege. Because she does not give her time lightly. She shares it with those who are worthy, with those who know how to appreciate the value of a shared silence, a complicit look, a burst of laughter without reason..

She doesn't need to be loved to feel complete. But those who meet her can only love her. Issa is a world in itself, an adventure to discover, a woman of depth, contrasts, light.