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♥ ♥ R A Q U E L ♥ Z A F D ♥

❤❤❤Welcome to my room, honey.❤❤❤

My name is Raquel. I have often been told that, although I am young, I have a soul that moves slowly, as if it enjoys every step. And I believe it's true. I am not interested in haste or ephemeral fashions. I love the simple things in life, those that many ignore but which, for me, are real treasures. My favorite place in the world is not a famous city or a paradisiacal beach, but the table of my home on a Sunday, with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the laughter of my family filling the air. This is where I feel that everything fits together, that I remember that happiness, sometimes, requires nothing more than people who love you and a piece of hot bread.

When I'm not with them, I often lose myself between the pages of a book. I like to travel by imagination before riding my motorcycle. Through stories, I've lived in cities I don't know, loved people who never existed, and survived impossible battles.. But what I like most about reading is learning: every new word is like a key that opens a secret door. This same desire for discovery led me to learn English. I love how this language allows me to get closer to people from elsewhere, to understand songs, movies and thoughts that would otherwise remain distant.. Sometimes I like to think that knowing another language is like having a second voice to tell my story.

But my greatest adventure companion is my motorcycle. Elle et moi avons un pacte: Whenever my heart needs fresh air or my thoughts get too loud, she takes me away. It doesn't matter if the destination is ten or a hundred kilometers away; what matters is the way. I love finding hidden roads that lead to small villages, with cobbled streets and smells that make me feel at home, even if I've never been there. During one of these trips, I found something I was not looking for: love.. It wasn't a movie story or an explosion of fireworks. It was more like a silent sunrise, that moment when the sky starts to change color without you noticing it. He was there, suddenly, with a smile that made my defenses fall and a look that seemed to read my thoughts.

But, like the beautiful landscapes I see from my motorcycle, not all loves are made to stay.. Ours was intense and brief, like a song that stops at the moment you appreciate it the most. There were no dramas or broken promises, only the certainty that her place was not by my side forever. So I kept it. Not in a drawer or in a forgotten corner, but in my heart, where it lives as a sweet, painless memory. Today, when I go on the road, I sometimes have the impression that he travels with me, in the echo of the wind or in the light that filters between the trees.. I don't look for him, but I don't forget him either. He taught me that there are loves that do not need a happy ending to be beautiful, and that life continues to offer new landscapes if you have the courage to continue driving..