EviaJones

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My name is Evia, I am a mature woman eager to learn new experiences. You know, before being a spectacular boxer, in my youth I practiced this beautiful sport and won several competitions. Now that I'm a little old for this sport, I still love going to the gym, I love going out to see new landscapes, I love nature and its landscapes. If I had to know a place in the world, it would undoubtedly be my beloved Colombia, Santa Marta without a doubt or Valledupar where the music I love the most is at every corner. I love vallenato, it's music made with love for love. My favorite dish is the Coca Cola hamburger, since I do not do sports, I allow myself, but one of the things I like to do the most is also cooking, I prepare you a sweaty chicken that you fall in love with, In addition, I prepare homemade ice cream for you, to enjoy with my family and friends. I don't like to drink but from time to time I want beer, just beer nothing more

I thought of you, in your hair that the world of the shadow would send, and I've got a point of my life and I've wanted to dream that you were to me. I walk on the earth with high eyes, oh, my empressment, at such a height, that in a rage of rage or a miserable redness, the human creature lights them up.. Vivre: -This miserable search, this good farouche, and all l'être dans mon âme se reflète, Et cherchant sans foi, je meurs de foi.. I've been searching for days and nights to find you without finding the place where you sing You're lost in tears, night after night, I've been looking for you without finding the place where you cry. I think I know you're crying I just need to look in the mirror to know you're crying and you've cried for me You are the only one to save the tears and a shadow beggar You make him crowned king of your hand.

When you come to love, if you have not loved, you will know that in this world it is the greatest and deepest of pains to be both happy and unhappy. Corollaire: love is an abyss of shadow and light, of poetry and prose, of light and shadow, of poetry and prose, and where one does the most dear thing that is to laugh and cry at the same time. The worst, the most terrible is that it's impossible to live without him. Au cœur de la mine la plus secrète, A l'intérieur du fruit le plus lointain, Dans la vibration de la note la plus discrète, Dans la conque spiralée et résonnante, Dans la couche de peinture la plus dense, Dans la veine qui, dans le corps, nous sonde le plus, Dans le mot qui parle le plus doucement, Dans la racine qui descend le plus, qui se cache le plus, Dans le silence le plus profond de cette pause, où la vie est devenue éternité, Je cherche ta main et je déchiffre la cause De vouloir et de ne pas croire, de la fin, de l'intimité

Old age does not frighten her, her sensuality is coruscante, and her young and determined spirit encourages her to romance, under the faint moonlight their eyes scrutinize each other: the attraction is reciprocal! he is galant and expresses his desire his desire for another encounter, sexual attraction stirs the flame, his soul expires there *? there's no love, is it? but thanks to this experience, she looks at her image in the crystal and it returns to her a smile, malicious My earth? You are my land. My people, my people, it's you. Banishment and death for me are where you're not there. What about my life? Tell me, my life, what is it, if not you?

No memories, no omens: only the present, the song. No silence, no words: your voice, alone, alone, speaks to me. No hands, no lips: just two bodies, far away, separated. No light, no darkness, no eyes, no gaze: the vision, the vision of the soul. And finally, finally no joy, no sorrow, no heaven or earth, no up, no down, no life or death, nothing but love, only love I offer you among the clusters, the green bouquets and the roses, my naive heart that humbles itself before your goodness; May your loving hands not want to tear it apart, Your eyes rejoice in my simple gift. In the shaded garden, my body is tired, the morning auras covered with rose;. When in my temples the divine tempest is calmed, I'll stretch out, playing with your thick locks, on your wedding-day, my sleepy front, to the rhythm of your last kisses..

I also want to tell you that on the weekend I went to the beauty salon and I changed my look, I painted my hair and I feel that I am too beautiful, I hope you liked it A mystery burns in your eyes, elusive virgin and companion. I don't know if it's hate or love the inexhaustible fire of your black aliaba. With me you will go as long as my body will make the shadow my body and the sand remains in my sandal. Are you the thirst or the water in my way? Tell me, elusive virgin and companion. If you love me, love me whole, not by shadows or light.. If you love me, love me in black and white, and gray, and green, and blond. , and brown.. Love me in the day, love me in the night.. And the dawn at the open window! .. If you love me, don't lower me: Love me all.. Or doesn't love me at all.