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      ꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •❈• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂

The 40s and 50s are a peculiar moment, in which you find yourself between two generations that show the ephemeral nature of life, so we realize that we have to take advantage of it and reconcile our worlds. You stop worrying about what happened and what will happen to start enjoying what is happening.

      ꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •❈• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂

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꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •❈• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂

From the 40s onwards we finally understand that every person you meet has a role. Some people test you, some people use you. There is no lack of people who love you and teach you, but the people who really matter are those who bring out the best in you. They are and will be rare and extraordinary people who remind you that everything has been worth it.

 ꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •❈• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂

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      ꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •❈• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂

Many women over 40 have already found themselves in complicated situations. They have been able to be renounced and rejected by their society. Perhaps they have experienced betrayals and disappointments that have made them mature. Or they have been able to feel on their skin the tear of dishonorable separations, abandonments and contempt.

       ꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •❈• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂

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~Ïз~

꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •J۩۞۩ஜ• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂

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꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •J۩۞۩ஜ• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂

~Ïз~

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꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •J۩۞۩ஜ• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂

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꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •J۩۞۩ஜ• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂

~Ïз~

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꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •J۩۞۩ஜ• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂

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꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •J۩۞۩ஜ• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂

~Ïз~

Rose Bell, beautiful woman   

"And when I find out who it has been, I will not act quickly and quietly like he did, but slowly and ruthlessly, my way. When he closes his eyes forever, the hell that will be his destiny will seem to him like heaven compared to what I have done to him." – Mickey Rourke

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Hasme tempt my limits, under the touch of your hands I will be able to somper the chains and taste the delight of the dark and sweet taste of the forbidden, take me I will not deny you the control of my hips △▽△

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My fleshy lips thirsty for you are prepared to receive with fervor and passion everything you want to put in them, I will kiss each of the centimeters that make up your body, every corner of your sex will be moistened by the rubbing of my restless tongue △▽△

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I am playful and funny, sharing the day with me is not to stop laughing, be sure you will not be bored, I am so naughty that you want to try it, are you a punishing dad or a cute young man waiting for a strong woman who shows him the way without losing the vigor of deso and lust? △▽△

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‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ 

«Like cities at war, all women have a defenseless target. When they are discovered, the square surrenders immediately. Marquis of Sade

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊

«Perversion is just another art form. It's like painting or drawing or sculpture. Except instead of painting, we perverts use sex as our medium. C. M. Stunich 

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊

sensuality is the prerogative of the woman and pleasure of the man. I love your sensuality because it awakens my desire. sensuality makes love grow too fast, and the root is too easy to pull out. Love without sensuality is nothing. Sensuality is when someone watches their partner carefully to capture every sense..

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

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ᅠ ᅠ ◁ ᅠ ❚❚ ᅠ ▷ ᅠᅠ↻ ♡

¿How old am I? I am the age when things are looked at more calmly, but with the interest of continuing to grow. I have the years when dreams start to caress with fingers and illusions become hope. I have the years when love, sometimes is a crazy flame, eager to consume itself in the fire of a desired passion. And others a haven of peace, like the sunset on the beach.

¿How old am I? I don’t need to mark with a number, because my desires achieved, the tears that along the way I shed when I saw my illusions broken. Worth a lot more than that. ¡What does it matter if I turn twenty, forty, or sixty! What matters is the age I feel. I have the years I need to live free and fearless. To continue fearlessly on the path, for I carry with me the experience acquired and the strength of my desires. ¿How old am I? Who cares about that! I have the years to lose the fear and do what I want and feel

. -José Saramago-

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I don't like negativity. I do my best to smile and make your day a little better while you are in my room, so please play the game and look at the bright side of things. I think I'm different and I'll find a way to make it worthwhile to spend time with me, if you let me. Your support and your love are the source of my dreams and my reality, and for that I thank you..

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“It takes a lot of courage to love women marked by the past,

those of strong character but good heart. It takes a lot of love to heal wounds and disappointments.

But above all, you need to be smart, because they are so mature and so experienced that they no longer believe in what they feel.,

but in what you're willing to do for them.”

-Walter Riso-

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꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •❈• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂

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꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •❈• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂

They say that, at a certain age, women become invisible, that our role in the scene of life declines,

And that we become nonexistent to a world that only fits the momentum of the young years.

I don't know if I'll have become invisible to the world, it's very likely,

but I was never so aware of my existence as now; I never felt so protagonist of my life,

and I never enjoyed every moment so much. I found out I'm not a fairytale princess;

I discovered the human being that simply

I am, with its miseries and its greatness. I found out that I can afford not to be perfect,

of being full of defects, of having weaknesses, of being wrong, of doing wrong things, of not responding to the

expectations of others.

And, despite that, love me a lot. When I

I look in the mirror I don't look for the one I was in the past.

I smile at who I am today.

HOY.Me rejoice in the way I have walked, and I assume my contradictions.

I feel I must greet, the young woman I was, with affection, but leave her "aside",

because now it's in my way. Your world of illusions and fantasies no longer interests me.

¡How good not to feel that permanent restlessness that produces running after dreams!

Life is short and the trade of living it is so difficult, that when one begins to learn it, you have to die.

I am a mature woman so act with dignity,

I feel beautiful inside and out, take control of my life, and adapt to the changes.

My wrinkles only remind me of the experiences I lived, my laughter and dreams come true.

I'm not so young but I'm more beautiful.

I don't hide my age, I look like 40, and I actually have them.

I'm happy in my own skin, I like my years,

I'm proud to have grown up. Half of them well lived and the other half well suffered.

And, that's exactly the charm of my age. I knew a little bit of everything,

tears and smiles and both made me the person I am today.

Wrinkles are left on my face but not on my soul and so are the smiles.

But you know. - What are my most beautiful wrinkles?

Are those marks of expression that I acquired by laughing even when my heart was crying.

That's why I say. Every age has its charm. Because maturity doesn't make you less valuable.

And the more years go by the more experience I have, I am no longer excited with words but with deeds.

Maturity is only a stage, part of the life of every human being.

~ - No, no, no. ~

꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •❈• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂                                   ꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •❈• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂                                    ꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •❈• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂

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 ꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •❈• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂                                ꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •❈• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂                                         ꧁༺࿅ིཽ• –– •❈• –– •࿅ིཽ༻꧂

~ - No, no, no. ~

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We no longer have the figure of 20 years, because at 40 the stones of the road have shaped our body. Our gaze is complicit, because it has been formed over years, allowing us to manage the art of loving our children, our partner, our family and our friends.

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We accumulate experience and youth in a perfect way, which makes us master the art and the management of our essence, adding life to the years we have enjoyed and that we still have to enjoy

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊