SamanthaCorine

I never imagined that maturity would give me such a lovely freedom. Over the years, I learned to discover a subtle sensuality, which glides between my thoughts and my gestures, making every moment become a delicate and tasty pleasure.. For me, being seductive is not just a matter of appearance, but of attitude. Elegance is not only in the outfits I choose, but in how I feel in them. I have left behind the expectations of others and I have allowed myself to explore who I really am, without fear of showing myself as I am.. A simple coffee in the morning becomes a small ceremony. The aroma of roasted grain, the sound of the cream falling on the hot drink, wrap me in an atmosphere of calm and reflection. As I savor it, I find fantasy after fantasy, no hurry, no worries. My thoughts, like a dance that is released in my mind, take me to places where the most hidden passions unfold. Sometimes, I even allow myself to imagine an intense connection, full of mystery, with unknown people who cross only in my dreams.. Each of these fantasies allows me to maintain a vibrant spark of youth, reminding me that sensuality has no expiration date.. There's something in the art of talking that I find deeply seductive. Words have a particular magic, and there are times when I indulge in deep or light conversations, regardless of the subject, just for the sweetness of sharing thoughts with another soul.. The word well spoken, the subtle tone, is an invitation that, in its simplicity, possesses an irresistible magnetism.

I don't care that some think that maturity is synonymous with giving up pleasures. For me, living with elegance is enjoying without reservations, savoring life in its entirety, without guilt or haste.. Time is an ally that has taught me not to settle for less. And if ever a fantasy crosses with reality, I embrace it with the same tenderness that I would give to a rose in full bloom.. Sensuality, like good wine, improves with age. And today, I choose to drink it slowly. I never imagined that maturity would give me such a lovely freedom. Over the years, I learned to discover a subtle sensuality, which glides between my thoughts and my gestures, making every moment become a delicate and tasty pleasure.. For me, being seductive is not just a matter of appearance, but of attitude. Elegance is not only in the outfits I choose, but in how I feel in them. I have left behind the expectations of others and I have allowed myself to explore who I really am, without fear of showing myself as I am.. A simple coffee in the morning becomes a small ceremony. The aroma of roasted grain, the sound of the cream falling on the hot drink, wrap me in an atmosphere of calm and reflection. As I savor it, I find fantasy after fantasy, no hurry, no worries. My thoughts, like a dance that is released in my mind, take me to places where the most hidden passions unfold. Sometimes, I even allow myself to imagine an intense connection, full of mystery, with unknown people who cross only in my dreams.. Each of these fantasies allows me to maintain a vibrant spark of youth, reminding me that sensuality has no expiration date.. There's something in the art of talking that I find deeply seductive. Words have a particular magic, and there are times when I indulge in deep or light conversations, regardless of the subject, just for the sweetness of sharing thoughts with another soul.. The word well spoken, the subtle tone, is an invitation that, in its simplicity, possesses an irresistible magnetism. I don't care that some think that maturity is synonymous with giving up pleasures. For me, living with elegance is enjoying without reservations, savoring life in its entirety, without guilt or haste.. Time is an ally that has taught me not to settle for less. And if ever a fantasy crosses with reality, I embrace it with the same tenderness that I would give to a rose in full bloom.. Sensuality, like good wine, improves with age. And I, today, choose to drink it slowly.

My ideal date starts with a gentle encounter, without pressures or expectations. I would like to see you in a small cozy cafe, where the sunset paints the sky in golden tones. I want to feel the tranquility of the moment while we savor a good coffee, the one that has the enveloping aroma and the creamy texture that slides on the palate like a soft kiss. Conversation, fluid and unfiltered, is the center of everything. I love that, in the middle of that chat, we can share thoughts, laughter, maybe even some comfortable silence, without needing to fill the space.. There is magic in the words well said, in the tone that caresses the senses. The sun is retreating, giving way to a cool night full of promise. Then the atmosphere changes. The heat of the coffee dissolves in the night breeze and the looks become more intense. From there, everything flows naturally. A leisurely walk, near the sea or among the moonlit streets, can be the perfect prelude to what's to come. The passion, which is built little by little, is unleashed without haste, without reservations. Every gesture, every touch, is an exchange of energy, of desires that awaken to the rhythm of a silent dance, as if the world around us ceases to exist.. It is in those moments when sensuality, full of mystery and delicacy, becomes inevitable.. A night that begins with a delicious conversation and coffee, becomes a memory that I keep tenderly. A memory that knows eternal, like wine that is enjoyed slowly.

Sometimes, I find myself lost among the landscapes that the world gives me. Beauty is everywhere, waiting to be noticed, like a soft whisper that caresses the senses. When I walk along a quiet path, surrounded by trees that seem to dance with the wind, I feel part of something bigger, something serene, almost ethereal. I do not look for the great scenes, those that are shown in postcards, but the subtlety of the everyday: the green of a leaf thatslowly rocks, the silhouette of a cloud that paints the sky in shades of fire as the sun goes down. Every corner has its own poetry, and in the simplest moments I find magic. A sunset is my favorite time to take a deep breath and savor the instant. The soft light that spreads over the earth, dying the horizon of golden and orange, envelops me like a caress. It doesn’t matter if I’m on the beach, in the mountains or on a quiet city street, the sunset always has the same ability to awaken something deep within me.. It is as if the universe reminds me that there is beauty in the ephemeral, in what is fading silently, leaving behind only the trace of its presence.. Sometimes, I stand there, watching, no hurry. And in that simple act of contemplating, I find a peace that fills me, as if everything were fine, as if the world were perfect in its imperfection.. In those moments, life seems to stop, inviting me to be part of its rhythm, to enjoy its harmony.. I seek nothing but to be present, here and now, feeling the connection with everything that surrounds me.. It is in those sunsets and simple landscapes where I discover that the real magic is in the small details, in what goes unnoticed to others but, for me, has a profound meaning.. The sun goes down, but that soft light is still inside me, and the day goes away, leaving in its place a perfect calm that only the passage of time can give.. In those moments, sensuality is found in stillness, in the appreciation of the beauty that is within my reach, always ready to surprise me, as if it were the first time..

The sea has something that captivates me, a presence that cannot be described in words, but that fills me with sensations every time I observe it. Its waves gently crashing over the shore bring me a deep, almost magical peace. When the sun begins to hide behind the horizon, the water reflects its last rays, creating flashes that seem to dance on the surface. I love walking to the shore, feeling the foam caressing my feet, the winddetangling my hair, while the salty aroma mixes with the cool evening breeze. A good cocktail in hand, the glass with its cold glass, is the perfect company for those moments. I like fresh flavors, citrus, a hint of mint, something that refreshes the soul as the heat of the day fades away.. Every sip is a little celebration, a reminder that simple pleasures are the most delicious. But what really makes everything change is the presence of a good company, a gentleman who knows how to enjoy the moment, who is not in a hurry and who knows how to take the conversation to a deeper place without the words losing their lightness.. Someone who, with one look, can convey a whole world of emotions, as if every gesture were filled with promises. The combination of the sea breeze, a cocktail in my hand and a nice chat makes me feel alive, in tune with the world and with myself. The night that envelops everything, added to the calm energy of the sea, turns any place into a refuge of new sensations. I do not look for great gestures, but those moments that remain in memory, those moments where the connection feels sincere, without artifices. It is in those moments, with the sound of the waves in the background and a glass of wine or a cocktail in my hands, that I realize how important it is to be surrounded by people who know how to make each sensation unique, who take the risk of sharing something beyond the superficial.. And it is that, in the end, the real magic is in the new experiences that are born of these simple but unforgettable encounters, full of emotion, laughter and, above all, the feeling that everything, in that precise instant, is perfect.

I have always found the brightness in the small things, in those details that, for many, go unnoticed, but for me they are the ones that really give meaning and color to life. It is like a flower that grows courageously in the middle of a crack in the concrete, or that instant when the sun goes down and leaves agolden trail on the horizon, which seems to tell us that everything has its cycle and its reason. It’s those fleeting moments that, although they seem insignificant, teach me that beauty is in the simple.. A shared smile, a kind word at the right time, the scent of the earth after the rain. those are the little gems that have always made me feel that sometimes the greatest is hidden in the tiny. And it is this constant search for the genuine, the essence of each being, what matters most to me.. I am not interested in the superficial, what is seen to the naked eye, because we all know that appearances are just that, an outer layer that can hide so much more.. What really captivates me is discovering what is at the bottom of each person, understanding their stories, their fears, their passions and dreams.. I believe that all of us, without exception, have something unique that makes us shine, something that is ours and only ours, and it is in that authenticity where true beauty resides.. And it is in that sincere connection with others that I find true magic, because the most valuable thing is that moment in which words fall and souls meet, as if, for an instant, time stopped and all that matters was the real, the deep, what cannot be touched but is felt with the heart. Because, in the end, what gives meaning to life are those simple encounters, those moments of purity, unpretentious, that fill us with emotion and make us see that the most important thing is not the great gestures, but those small moments that leave a mark on the soul..

I love to be a mysterious person, not because I want to hide, but because I like that every encounter is an opportunity to discover something new, something unexpected. I think life is more interesting when it is full of little secrets, of details that are only revealed to those who are willing to look beyond the surface.. I love that feeling of being an enigma, a story to be told that develops over time, a puzzle whose pieces only fit together when someone has the patience and interest to discover them little by little.. I am fascinated by how, from time to time, there can be moments of genuine surprise, those in which someone crosses your path and, without knowing how, gives you a smile that you did not expect, a word that touches your heart, or a look that says much more than words could ever express.. That is the magic of the unexpected, of what is not planned, of those moments that make everything feel more real and, at the same time, more special.. But, at the same time, I can’t help wishing the same in theOther. I love when a person surprises me, when there is something in their being that is not obvious at first sight, something that invites me to delve deeper, to know their essence.. I think we all have something we hide, not because we want to be secret, but because there is something beautiful in mystery, in what is revealed only when the time is right.. I’m not talking about being inaccessible or distant, but about that ability to show parts of yourself at precise moments, so that each encounter becomes a unique and meaningful experience.. I want to surround myself with people who also understand that life is not only what is seen with the naked eye, but what is hidden in the folds of the soul, what can be intuited between the unspoken words, what is perceived in the subtle gestures. I am attracted to those who are not just what is expected, but have that spark that makes the heart accelerate, that awaken curiosity and admiration for what they really are.. For me, mystery is not something to fear, but something to celebrate, because it is precisely what keeps alive the spark of surprise, the emotion of what is yet to be discovered.. In short, I love being that person who leaves clues, who gives special moments without expecting anything in return, and I expect the same from others.. Because, in the end, what really matters are those surprises that, although small, make us feel that we are living something genuine, something that can not be planned, but that makes everything worthwhile.. And it is in that game of mystery and discovery that I find the true magic of human connections, the one that does not need to be explained, because it is felt in the soul..

Despite all the mystery that surrounds me and how much I enjoy that game of discovery, there is something I long for deeply: to find that person with whom everything fits in a natural way, without haste or force, someone who understands that mystery is not a barrier, but an invitation to explore. explore together the unknown. I want someone who not only wants to decipher me, but also let me discover him, who is not afraid to show me his shadows and his lights, his most intimate thoughts and his most impossible dreams.. Someone who understands that the true charm is in sharing those little secrets that no one else knows, in embracing each facet of the other without fear, without judgment, just with the certainty that there, in that space of trust, something unique is built. I long for that person who not only looks at me, but really sees me, who understands that behind my apparent calm there is a whirlwind of emotions, the desire to be protected and at the same time protect, to embrace and be embraced, to give everything without reservations when the heart dictates it.. I want to feel safe in arms that are shelter, in a look that tells me without words that there is where I belong. I don't seek perfection, 'cause I know it doesn't exist. What I want is authenticity, someone with whom every moment is a journey, with whom silences are not uncomfortable, but full of meaning. Someone who makes me laugh when the world seems grey, who understands that I don't always want to talk, but who even in the silence knows that I'm there, who feels my presence as a home, the same way I want to feel his.. I want to share great moments, those that are engraved on the skin and in the soul. Travel without a fixed destination, get lost in unknown streets, sit under a starry sky and talk about life without fear of the dawn. I want to dance in the rain no matter how wet we get, wake up with a coffee and a smile, write together stories that no one else will understand. And although I love mystery, when that person arrives, I want him to discover in me what few have seen, to understand that behind every enigma there is a heart that beats strongly, waiting to be embraced with the same intensity with which he is willing to love.. Because in the end, beyond secrets and surprises, what I really want is to find someone with whom I don’t have to hide, someone for whom being myself is the greatest gift..

As much as I am enveloped in mystery, there is something I have never been able to hide completely: the intensity with which I live my emotions.. I do not always express them in an obvious way, but they are there, beating in every gesture, in every look, in every silence.. I am one of those people who feel deeply, who let themselves be carried away by what is born inside, although sometimes the world does not notice it immediately. My sensitivity is subtle, not outrageous; it hides in the small details, in the most discreet ways of showing what I feel. I have always believed that emotions are like a secret language, a form of communication that goes beyond thebeyond the words. A slight change in my expression can reveal more than I want to admit, a sigh can be an open book for those who know how to read me. Not everyone does, of course. Not everyone stops to listen to the silent language of someone who feels with the soul, but when someone does, when someone really pays attention, he realizes that in me every emotion has a story, a depth that sometimes scares, but that is genuine. I'm not one of those who shout what they feel, but I don't know how to be indifferent. I am moved by the authentic, the real, what is born without filters. Sometimes, a simple song can make me travel to memories I thought forgotten, a word well said can become a shelter, a look can be the bridge to what I dare not say. Because beyond my apparent calm, there is a universe of emotions in constant motion, a whirlwind that rarely finds rest, but always seeks understanding.. Being like this is a gift and a challenge. A gift, because living with intensity allows me to find beauty in what others might overlook. A challenge, because it is not always easy to find someone who really understands what it means to feel so much without having to shout it. I don’t expect anyone to decipher me completely, but I do expect them to understand that in every little reaction there is a whole world to discover.. My sensitivity is not fragility, it is strength in its purest form. It is the ability to connect with what surrounds me, to perceive what others ignore, to give myself unreservedly when the time and the person are right.. And while sometimes the world seems too noisy for someone who feels so subtly, I know that somewhere there is someone who will not only know how to listen to me, but will also want to stay and decipher every heartbeat.

These last few days have been of serene happiness, the kind that makes no noise but that is felt in every breath, in every little moment that shines with a special light. It has not been a raucous or ephemeral joy, but one of those that are built with simple details: an unexpected conversation, the warmth of a quiet afternoon, the feeling of being in the right place, at the right time. I found myself smiling for no apparent reason, as if my soul knew something that my mind couldn’t quite grasp.. And while I greatly enjoy my own company, I can’t help but think of how beautiful it would be to share this happiness with someone who values it as much as I do.. I do not speak of any presence, but of an elegant gentleman, not only in his manner, but in his essence. A man who knows how to read between the lines, who understands the beauty of a shared silence, who appreciates the magic of a look that says more than a thousand words. Someone with whom conversations flow effortlessly, who is not afraid to delve into the depths of what I feel, but who finds it fascinating. I imagine what it would be like to walk alongside someone like that, sharing thoughts to the rhythm of our steps, letting time slip between soft laughter and spontaneous confessions. I would like him to understand that my happiness does not depend on him, but that his presence would make it even more special. That I don’t need big gestures, just authenticity; that I don’t seek perfection, but connection. Maybe it’s a fantasy, a daydream woven by my subtlest emotions and desires, but isn’t life a game of possibilities? Meanwhile, I continue to enjoy this feeling, this joy that springs for no apparent reason, with the certainty that, in some corner of the world, there is someone who, like me, longs for a happiness that can be shared without haste, without fear, with the certainty that the authentic always finds its way. your way.

There is something deeply human about physical touch, those simple yet meaningful gestures that remind us that we exist not only in our minds, but also in the bodies of those around us. I like the feeling of an embrace that has no hurry, of those in which you can feel the beating of the heart.one another and let time dilute in the shared warmth. A subtle rub on the hand, a distracted caress on the back, a light kiss on the forehead. are small details, but for me they have the power to make me feel seen, appreciated, loved. It is not about big demonstrations or forced gestures, but about that closeness that arises naturally when there is connection. I like to feel that someone chooses to approach me not out of habit, but because

genuinely wants it. That in the midst of routine, in those moments when words are superfluous, a simple touch can transmit what sometimes language fails to express. I appreciate immensely when someone takes the time to look at me with intention, to notice the nuances of my expression, to read in my body what sometimes my voice does not say.. It makes me feel that I matter, that what I am and what I feel deserves to be recognized. And although I know that happiness does not depend on another, there is an undeniable magic in sharing it with someone who understands the value of sincere contact. Maybe that is why I imagine what it would be like to meet that person who, without the need for grandiloquent words, knows how to demonstrate with a gesture, with a look, with a fleeting caress, that I am in his world in a special way.. Let them know that love also lives in the skin, in everyday details, in the certainty that true affection is not measured in promises, but in the authentic presence of day to day.. And while that moment comes, if it is to come, I continue to enjoy this serene happiness, the certainty that love, in all its forms, always finds its way to those who are willing to receive it..

And in the meantime, I find small pleasures that wrap my days in a sense of quiet warmth. One of them is, without a doubt, the afternoon coffee. There is something special about holding a hot cup in your hands, in feeling the enveloping aroma that announces a moment of pause in the middle of the daily rhythm. I like the ritual of preparing it calmly, choosing the type of grain, the right intensity, the exact point of sweetness or bitterness according to the mood of the day. But morethan the drink itself, what I enjoy the most is the moment that accompanies it. If I’m lucky, it’s an afternoon of gentle breeze and lights slowly lighting up in the city. I like to observe that instant in which the day gives way to the night and the lit windows begin to reveal fragments of other people’s stories.. I imagine people in their homes, having dinner, laughing, maybe also embracing each other slowly, finding refuge in those they love.. I like to think that, in a way, we’re all looking for the same thing: connection, company, a place to just be.. And if the coffee comes with a good chat, the moment becomes even more valuable. Those dialogues that flow effortlessly, where words find their own rhythm, where time seems to stop between anecdotes, soft laughter and comfortable silences.. It doesn’t matter so much the topic, but the feeling of being present, of sharing a piece of my world with someone who listens with genuine interest.. Maybe that’s why I like this habit so much: because in every sip, in every slow conversation, in every contemplative view of the city that lights up, I find a simple but profound way to feel alive. And while life goes on, while love –in all its forms– finds its way, I continue to enjoy these little moments that, somehow, contain everything..

I have always felt a special fascination for Europe. There is something in its cobbled streets, in its squares full of history, in the mixture of old and new.new that attracts me in an almost visceral way. I imagine walking through Paris at sunset, feeling the cool breeze of the Seine while the murmur of the city mixes with the music of some street artist.. Or get lost in the narrow streets of Florence, where every corner seems to tell a story and every facade keeps the echo of past centuries. More than tourist destinations, I am intrigued by the everyday essence of each place: observing how people buy their bread in a small bakery in Lisbon, sharing a coffee in a square of Madrid while the world passes by at its own pace, listening to different languages and feeling part, even for an instant, of those cities that have been home to so many souls before me. I want to know Europe not only to admire its beauty, but to experience life there, even fleetingly. Sitting in a cafe without rush, visiting local markets, talking to strangers who, for a few minutes, share a piece of their history with me. I want to see the lights of London reflected in the Thames, the sun falling on the domes of Prague, the snow covering the roofs somewhere in the Alps.. Perhaps, more than a destination, Europe is for me a collection of moments waiting to be lived. And as I continue to imagine these experiences, as I continue to dream of the day when I step on its streets and feel on my skin the magic that so many have described before, I cling to the emotion of knowing that, at some point, all this will cease to be a yearning and will become my own story..

There is something in nature that moves me in a profound way, almost as if each color and each aroma awaken in me memories of places I have not yet visited.. I have always felt a special attraction for tulips and lilies. Maybe it’s their simple elegance, the way they seem to dance with the breeze, or maybe the memories they evoke in me, even when there’s no clear reason behind that nostalgia.. I imagine myself walking through the tulip fields in the Netherlands, getting lost in a sea of vibrant colors that stretches as far as the eye can see.. Each flower, with its unique shade, seemstell a different story, as if its petals were pages of a book written by spring. And the lilies.. Ah, the lilies. They have always seemed to me like flowers with a soul. Its delicate shapes and subtle fragrance transport me to gardens where time stands still, where everything is calm and beauty.. Smells have always been an emotional compass for me. They can bring back memories of childhood, of rainy days, of sunny afternoons in hidden parks. I love the freshness of the air after a storm, the sweet scent of lavender in a garden at sunset, the scent of trees in autumn when the wind carries their golden leaves. For me, traveling is not just seeing new places, but feeling them, breathing them, letting their essence envelop me and transform me, even if only for an instant.. I imagine walking through a flower market in Amsterdam, the scent of tulips mixing with that of the wet earth and the breeze of the nearby canal.. Or walk along a path in the French countryside, with wild lilies growing by the roadside, perfumed the air with their pure, light fragrance. Each aroma, each nuance of nature, is a promise of moments to discover, of instants that one day will be engraved in my memory. Maybe that’s the real magic of traveling: not just what you see, but what you feel with every one of your senses.. And while I continue to dream of traveling through these landscapes and letting myself be enveloped by their fragrances, I know that, when the day comes, I will close my eyes, inhale deeply and, in that instant, everything will make sense..

Whenever I come across a garden in full bloom, I can't help but stop. It's as if each petal whispers to me stories that I haven't yet experienced, as if the wind through the leaves guides me to a place where time doesn't matter. Sometimes I close my eyes and let myself be carried away by the smells that surround me: the earthy sweetness of freshly cut grass, the freshness of a breeze that has passed through the trees, the ephemeral perfume of a flower whose name I don't know butwhose scent will stay with me all day. I think that's why I like flower markets so much. They are not just places to shop, but small capsules of emotions. I imagine myself lost among the stalls of a market in Paris, where bouquets of lilies and tulips rest in buckets of water, waiting to be picked.. People pass by, touch the petals gently, approach to smell, smile. I like to think that, in that moment, we are all connected by something as simple and as powerful as the beauty of a flower.. Every trip I make, every corner I discover, I record it in my memory through the aromas. Sometimes, without warning, a familiar scent transports me to a moment in the past: jasmine on a warm night reminds me of summer walks under the moon, the salty smell of the sea takes me back to beaches where time dissolved between the waves, the woody scent of a forest brings me back to my childhood. to afternoons when I lost myself in the trees just to find myself. I keep dreaming of traveling the world like this, through my senses. Walking among the tulip fields in spring, breathing the air impregnated with color and life. Find a hidden garden in some unknown city and sit there, just to feel. And when the day comes when I'm finally in those places that now only dwell in my imagination, I know that I won't worry about taking too many photos or remembering every detail accurately. It will be enough for me to close my eyes, fill my lungs with that air impregnated with history and beauty, and know, in the deepest part of my soul, that I have arrived.

Sometimes I wonder if there is a place in the world where I can just be. No expectations, no need for explanations. A space where I can breathe deeply without feeling watched, where I can be silent without anyone asking me what I’m thinking. I want to find that

tranquility, not only in the corners of the world that I dream to visit, but also in someone. Someone who doesn't try to decipher me like I'm an enigma that needs to be solved. Don't ask me to change, don't measure me by your own rules. I imagine sitting in a hidden garden, like those I sometimes discover by chance. A stone bench under the shade of an old tree, the sound of leaves whispering with the wind, the smell of flowers that no one planted but that bloomed the same. And by my side, someone who just is. No unnecessary words, no masks. Someone with whom silence is not uncomfortable, but a language in itself. Sometimes the world feels too loud, too demanding. Always hoping to fit into molds that were never made for me. But I don't want to fit in, I don't want to explain. I want to be like those gardens that grow without asking permission, that bloom when it's their time, without a hurry. Maybe that place exists. Maybe that person too. And until I find them, I'll keep walking, exploring, dreaming. Trusting that one day, in some corner of the world or in some beat of time, I'll get to where I belong.

Sometimes I get lost in songs that seem to have been written just for me. Not because they talk about my life exactly, but because they manage to make me feel. And that, for me, is the most important. I'm not just looking for beautiful melodies or perfect lyrics, but that music that goes through me, that shakes me, that reminds me that I'm alive. I like to discover songs that not only sound good, but tell stories. Those that, when I close my eyes, take me to other places, to other versions of myself. Maybe to a rainy night in a cityunknown, to a sunrise seen from an empty road, or to a moment that I have not even lived yet, but that I can already imagine. I don't settle for the superficial. I want experiences that leave a mark, that make me feel something real. The same with music: if it doesn’t stir my skin, if it doesn’t stir my soul, then it’s not for me.. I'd rather lose myself in a guitar solo that makes me hold my breath, in a voice that breaks just on the right note, in a lyrics that say just what I didn't know I needed to hear. And so, between songs and moments, I keep looking for those moments in which everything fits. Where the world stops for a second and all that exists is the music and me.

I like to listen.. Not only the music, but also the people. There is something in other people’s stories that catches me, as if they were songs that I haven’t heard yet but that, somehow, I already know I’m going to like.. I love when someone dares to tell me a piece of their life, without haste, without filters. I like to see how someone’s eyes light up when they remember something good, how the tone of their voice changes when they relive a special moment. Listening is like traveling without moving, like peering into other worlds without needing a passport. And if there's anything I enjoy as much as a good story, it's a good laugh. Not any laughter, but the one that shakes you inside, that is contagious, that forces you to bend a little and dry your eyes. I am fascinated by well-told jokes, anecdotes that end with laughter instead of end points. Because in laughter there is also music, in shared memories there are melodies that sound different every time we retell them. Maybe that's why, despite everything, I'm still standing. I've learned that life isn't always a perfect song or a well-woven story. Sometimes it out of tune, sometimes it tangles, sometimes it hurts. But if I have something clear is that I do not settle for staying on the surface. I'd rather feel it all, the good and the bad, the music and the silence, the laughter and the tears. Because in the end, that’s what it’s all about: moving forward, finding beauty even in broken chords, listening and being heard.. So I'm still here, between songs, conversations and laughter. Looking for those moments when life sounds just like it should sound.