VictoriaSuper

Brunette of moon and star, your gaze is the calm that reveals the sea, on a Monday that, when waking up, looks like the sun of India that lights up in your eyes. Your smile, sweet and perfect, is the flower that in the wind is projected, like a soft song, a bright sun, in the stillness of a vibrant day. People talk, they whisper about you, and you, with your voice, you make the storm flee, great conversationalist, always in peace, like the breeze that gives the forest its face. Brunette that, as you walk, the earth is stirred, and although the world is vast, your light is never limited, you are the reflection of a pure soul, like a river that always finds its height, in your presence, time fades, and the magic in your laughter, like an echo, appears, your words flow like an endless verse, and in your gaze I see the whole garden.

Moon and star brunette, your gaze is the calm that reveals to the sea, on a Monday that, when awakening, looks like the sun of India that ignites in your eyes. Your smile, sweet and perfect, is the flower that is projected in the wind, like a soft song, a bright sun, in the still vibrant day. People speak, they whisper about you, and you, with your voice, the storm you make, great conversational, always in peace, like the breeze that gives the forest its face. Morena that, when walking, the earth is stirred, and although the world is vast, your light is never limited, you are the reflection of a pure soul, like a river that always finds its height, in your presence, time fades, and magic in your laugh, like an echo, appears, your words flow like an endless river verse, and in your gaze I see the entire garden.

Under a warm Monday sky, I find you, brunette of sigh, with that look that touches the soul, and in your eyes the peace of all calm. Your smile, like a beacon, guides my walk, and with each word you make me fly, you speak with such sweetness, with such truth, that in your voice the whole city is lost. Like a flash of sun in India, your laughter illuminates, your light poisons me, and every word that is born from you, is like a perfume that in the air links. Zara, in your presence the world stops, as if the wind itself stopped, your beauty, your voice, in a single journey, are a deep river, full of courage. And although you don't speak anymore, everything tells you, the air in your vicinity glides, your eyes, your laughter, your bright soul, are the reflection of a vibrant being.

Under a warm Monday, I find you, a brunette of sigh, with that look that touches the soul, and in your eyes the peace of all calm. Your smile, like a lighthouse, guides my walk, and with each word you make me fly, you speak with such sweetness, with such truth, that in your voice the entire city is lost.. As a flash of sun in India, your laugh illuminates, your light poisons me, and every word that is born of you is like a perfume that in the liaison air. Zara, in your presence the world stops, as if the wind itself stopped, your beauty, your voice, on a single trip, they are a deep river, full of courage. And even if you don't talk anymore, everything tells you, the air in your proximity slides, your eyes, your laughter, your bright soul, are the reflection of a vibrant being.

In a warm Monday sky, I find you, brunette of sigh, with that look that touches the soul, and in your eyes the peace of all calm. Your smile, like a beacon, guides my walk, and with each word you make me fly, you speak with such sweetness, with such truth, that in your voice the whole city is lost. Like a flash of sun in India, Your laughter illuminates, your light poisons me, and every word that comes from you, It's like a perfume that binds in the air. , in your presence the world stops, as if the wind itself stopped, your beauty, your voice, in a single trip, They are a deep river, full of courage. And even if you don't speak anymore, everything tells you, the air nearby glides, your eyes, your laughter, your bright soul, They are the reflection of a vibrant being.

Under a warm Monday sky, I find you, brunette of sigh, with that look that touches the soul, and in your eyes the peace of all calm. Your smile, like a lighthouse, guides my walk, and with each word you make me fly, you speak with such sweetness, with such truth, that in your voice the whole city gets lost.. Like a flash of sun in India, your laughter illuminates, your light poisons me, and each word that comes from you, is like a perfume that binds in the air, in your presence the world stops, as if the wind itself stopped, your beauty, your voice, in a single journey, are a deep river, full of courage. And even if you don't speak anymore, everything tells you, the air in your proximity slides, your eyes, your laughter, your brilliant soul, are the reflection of a vibrant being.