SpencerLe

Hi, I'm Spencer Lee

Hello, I love animals, especially cats and dogs, their company always fills me with tenderness and tranquility. I am 21 years old and I am originally from Colombia. One of the reasons I love this job is that it allows me to get to know different cultures, personalities, people and much more. I hope that soon we can talk about our different cultures.

I like to be close to animals, I feel that they bring me a lot of peace and joy. I really like traveling by car, especially when I feel the breeze on my face, it's like a feeling of total freedom. Red wine is one of my favorite pleasures. I like to taste it in moments when I feel calm, as a small break in the hustle and bustle of the day, I'm learning to ride a motorcycle, I've already had three accidents, but I hope to learn quickly. I want to buy a motorcycle to facilitate my travel to work, among other things. If you know about motorcycles or if you have any advice to give me, let me know, I'm waiting for you in my transmission 🙂 , Holi! I like to travel by car and feel the breeze blowing around me. Seeing new places is one of my favorite activities. Even if I don't always have the opportunity to go out, when I do, I enjoy every moment.. Discovering new people, new cultures and new landscapes fills me with life and gives me an incredible peace. 💛

I like to have a good conversation, I speak Spanish but I would like to learn to speak your language. I can tell interesting things in your language and if you want to be my teacher, I am ready to learn from you. I am a very obedient student. I like all the food but my favorite dish is coconut rice, fried fish with patacones, I also like lasagna. I love desserts but especially the tres leches and a delicious passion fruit cocktail. I also like to exercise, I like to jogging and go to the gym, I work a lot on my buttocks and legs because these are the parts of my body that I like the most with my big hips.

In every part of my life, there's something of you. And there's nothing extraordinary about it You know it as objectively as I do. However, there is something I would like to clarify for you, when I talk about all the plots, I'm not just talking about that now, this waiting for you and hallelujah to find you, and lose you, fuck, and find you, and with a little luck, nothing else. I don't mean that all of a sudden you say, I'm gonna cry And I, with a discreet ball in my throat, I cry. And that a beautiful invisible shower protects us and that is perhaps why the sun shows itself right away. I am not talking about that day after day, the stock of our small and decisive complicities increases, or that I can or that I believe that I can turn my setbacks into victories, or that you give me the tender gift of your most recent despair..      

When I see thee pass, O my dear, indolent, To the song of the instruments that break on the ceiling, Suspending thy harmonious and slow gait, And wandering the weariness of thy deep gaze; When I contemplate, by the fires of the gas that colours it, Your pale brow, beautified by a morbid attraction, Where the evening torches light up a dawn, And your eyes attractive as those of a portrait, I say to myself: How beautiful it is! and oddly fresh! The massive, regal and heavy memory, The crown, and his heart, bruised as a peach, Is ripe, like his body, for the learned love. Are you the autumn fruit with sovereign flavours? Are you a funeral vessel waiting for a few tears, a perfume that makes you dream of distant oases, a caressing pillow, or a basket of flowers? I know that there are eyes, the most melancholy, that conceal no precious secrets; Beautiful caskets without jewels, medallions without relics, Emptier, deeper than yourselves, O Heavens! But is it not enough that you are the appearance, To gladden a heart that flees from the truth? What does it matter how stupid or indifferent you are? Mask or décor, hello! I love your beauty.

Raise your closed eyelid Which touches a virginal dream, I am the specter of a rose That you wore yesterday to the ball. You took me again embellished Silver tears of the watering can, And among the starry party You walked me all night. Oh you who were the cause of my death, Without you being able to chase it away, All night my pink spectre At your bedside will come dancing. But fear not, I do not demand Neither mass nor De Profundis; This light perfume is my soul, And I come from paradise. My fate was worthy of envy: To have a death so beautiful More than one would have given his life, For I have your throat for grave, And on the alabaster where I rest A poet with a kiss Wrote: Here lies a rose That all kings will be jealous