HellenWandas

HELLENWANDAS

Nice to meet you, my name is Hellen, I live in Colombia and I'm going to tell you a little bit about myself, I really like seafood and going to the beach, a good michelada on the beach with the sunset in the background would be perfect evening For me, even if a simple date can also be the cinema, I like comedy and horror, they say that what we like most in a man is someone who makes you laugh, continuing with my tastes I will tell you my musical tastes, I really like rap culture, I like football, basketball and I like spending quality time with my family.

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?