SoffiaCollins

this is my space. It has no high walls or closed doors, but comfortable silences and words that stay. Here lives a flirtatious and risky woman, of those who do not ask permission to feel. No presume su fuerza: wears it like a light perfume, invisible to some, unforgettable to those who truly approach. He loves simple things. Warm coffee in the morning, an old song playing low, walking aimlessly as the world goes on too fast. She doesn’t need luxuries to feel alive; a sincere laugh or an afternoon without a watch is all she needs. Sometimes he smiles little, not because he lacks joy, but because he keeps it as a treasure that is not given to anyone. She sings when she thinks no one is listening. Sing bad, sing beautiful, sing with the soul. Baila igual: without choreography, without fear of ridicule. Dance because the body also needs to say what the mouth keeps silent. In those moments she's free, completely her. I am a woman of barefoot steps, of trembling voice when I love. I don't shout my joy, I whisper it. He loves long talks, those that start with any excuse and end up touching wounds, dreams and truths.. He likes to look in the eye, listen without a hurry, ask questions that not everyone dares to answer. He knows that in a deep conversation can hide a spark, a connection, maybe the beginning of love. Cause yeah, look for love. Not as one who needs it to complete himself, but as one who wants to share what is already. Believe in the love that is built slowly, in the one that stays even when not everything is beautiful. Believe in the hugs that heal and the words that stay when the noise goes away. I love without promising eternities, but when I love, I stay. I don't run away from fear, I take it by the hand. Es coqueta en los detalles: a look that lasts a second longer, a sentence said with intention, a silence full of meaning. She is risky because she loves, because she sings, because she dances, because she continues to believe even though life sometimes tries to convince her otherwise.. This space is yours. Here it rests, here the truth is told, here it hopes—without haste—to find the love that knows how to stay to converse.