GaiaJonnes

GAIAJONNES

Nice to meet you, my name is Valentina, I am a latin girl born in a city surrounded by noise, I am constantly looking for quiet places to be able to read alone or also enjoy with my close friends. I love to be in my little apartment, especially on my balcony where I am passionate about gardening and my plants, I like that they look healthy and strong. I have roommates, my friends are cats and I enjoy their company while I prepare my meals. Being here at work brings me calm and serenity, I am passionate about what I do and I try to find my peace of mind in art and the things that for many are small for me are very precious that life offers us. My favorite dish is pasta with cheese, it's the best food in the world, don't you think? and my favorite drink, the strawberry milkshake is delicious! My favorite hobbies, my friends, obviously, go for a coffee, go shopping, enjoy a delicious shower with candles and go out exploring mountains with waterfalls, for me it's the best liberation and it clears my mind. hey, a little long, but if you want to know more about me, ask me, I'll be happy.

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 am a lover of love, happiness and good energy for my life, I love to convey happiness, joy and a lot of love I am very noble and I look forward to eating the world until I achieve my goals, every day I try to be better, I work hard for what I want to achieve, always having a good attitude, with God's help and my efforts will bear fruit to live as I deserve, I love the radiance of my face, my eyelashes, my eyes and their unique brilliance. I'm very sensual and coquine, I'm a hot girl who loves good sex, good love, I like to moan, I like to moul and be very excited, I like to give myself and be fessed.. 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.. I like that you 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, that you cry my name with pleasure, I can be your drug from which you can not get out.

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.

To be in love is to touch with a lighter hand. You stretch, everything's fine. You see things through their eyes. A cardinal is rouge. The sky is blue. Suddenly, you know that he knows you too. He's not there but you know you enjoy winter or a little springtime together. Sa main pour tenir la vôtre, it is too. Too many things to support. You can't look him in the eye because your pulse shouldn't say what shouldn't be said. When he closes a door - it's not there - And you're free of a frightening freedom. You're the beautiful half of a golden wound. He remembers and covets her mouth to touch, whisper to her. Oh when confessing, it is a certain death! Oh when expressing is hypnotising, seeing the Golden Column fall into the most common ashes.

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 like me at all! Hang on to your dreams because if dreams die life is like a bird with broken wings unable to fly. Hold on to your dreams because if dreams disappear life is like a barren field covered with frost

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.

I sing what you loved, my life, in case you'd come close and listen, my life, in case you'd remember the world you lived, at sunset I sing, my shadow. I don't want to be silent, my life. How will you find me without my loyal cri? What sign, who says, ma vie? I am the same who was yours, my life. ♪ Not slow, not disturbed, not lost ♪. Come at nightfall, my life; Come remember a song, my life, if you recognize the song as learned and if you still remember my name. I'll wait for you without delay.. Fear not the night, the fog or the rain. Come with or without sentier. Call me where you are, my soul, and walk straight to me, companion. My tactic is to watch you learn how you will love yourself as you are my tactic is to talk to you and listen to you build with words an indestructible bridge my tactic is to stay in your memory I do not know how or under what pretext but stay in you My tactic is to be frank and know that you're frank and we're not selling ourselves. exercises so that there is no curtain or abyss between the two, my strategy is rather deeper and simpler, my strategy is that one day I do not know how or under what pretext you will finally need me

The morning comes with beautiful rays, rays of hope, rays of love, it also comes with splashes of dew on the leaves, dew of new beginnings, dew of peace. Your love makes my heart dance to the rhythm of the staccato that is the beat of your heart, it makes me walk with a swing and a smile on my face makes me think of you all day. They say to love and be loved is the best thing. I say they know nothing until they have been wrapped in your love to bow in a gentle abandonment so that your desires are fulfilled to the maximum, it is the best I know because you make me wake up. Every day. Some say love is the fabric of fairy tales of princes sweeping princesses of fairy godmothers waving their wands and creating magic. I thank every day my godmother fairy to know my needs and bring you my way. Love is a language between two hearts it rarely needs words it feeds on actions it's a symphony without sound like the relationship between night and morning.

Give me your hand and we will dance; Give me your hand and you will love me. We will be like a single flower, like a flower and nothing more. We will sing the same verse, you will dance to the same rhythm. Like an ear of wheat, we will wave like an ear of wheat, and nothing more. Your name is Rosa and I am Esperanza; but you will forget your name, for we will be a dance on the hill and nothing more.

When I see thee pass, O my dear, indolent, To the song of the instruments that break on the ceiling, Suspending thy harmonious and slow gait, And wandering the weariness of thy deep gaze; When I contemplate, by the fires of the gas that colours it, Your pale brow, beautified by a morbid attraction, Where the evening torches light up a dawn, And your eyes attractive as those of a portrait, I say to myself: How beautiful it is! and oddly fresh! The massive, regal and heavy memory, The crown, and his heart, bruised as a peach, Is ripe, like his body, for the learned love. Are you the autumn fruit with sovereign flavours? Are you a funeral vessel waiting for a few tears, a perfume that makes you dream of distant oases, a caressing pillow, or a basket of flowers? I know that there are eyes, the most melancholy, that conceal no precious secrets; Beautiful caskets without jewels, medallions without relics, Emptier, deeper than yourselves, O Heavens! But is it not enough that you are the appearance, To gladden a heart that flees from the truth? What does it matter how stupid or indifferent you are? Mask or décor, hello! I love your beauty.

Every part of my life contains something of you, and it's really nothing extraordinary, you know it as objectively as I do. But there's something I'd like to clarify for you. When I talk about all the plots, I'm not just referring to that now, to this waiting for you and hallelujah to find you and good blood to lose you and find you again, and I hope nothing more. I don't mean that you will suddenly say, "I'm going to cry" and I have a discreet lump in my throat, so go ahead and cry. And that a beautiful invisible shower protects us and maybe that's why the sun will appear soon. I do not mean to say that, day by day, the stock of our small and decisive complicities increases, nor that I can or believe I can turn my failures into victories, nor that you give me the tender gift of your most recent despair..

The smile of your blue eyes, my blonde. I dream, absent from this kiss Where my heart founds a hope so light That it dares not to hope for anything, my blonde. Maybe in another round Or round You'll love me, and only one day, That a kiss, will make all the love, My blonde. I don't care about these skies of the world Only because the skies are blue And make me dream of your beautiful eyes, my blonde. The light, whose laughing gold floods me, Serves only to make me constant To the gold of your shiny hair, my blonde. Oh, I know that every fate scolds me. But what to do about it? I love you well From my love always far away. Let me tell you in vain, my blonde.