My body cannot resist rhythm; Dancing is my secret language, where each curve tells a story and every step arouses sighs. Music is going through me, and I give myself to her, free, sensual, vibrant. But not only the dance lights my soul ... talking is another game, one where words become caresses and ideas in provocative whispers. I love to explore the new, taste each learning as if it were a secret to the ear. And then there is my smile ... Naughty, complicit, capable of illuminating the room or stealing your breath in an instant. But when night comes, I prefer to give myself to another pleasure: sleep, wrapped in soft sheets, where dreams are as intense as the life I choose to live.