I don't offer moments: I create memories.

I'm a pen that writes dreams, a soul that travels to the rhythm of its desires. Literature intoxicates me, fashion dresses me like a queen, and the world is my playground.

In my eyes hides a promise of escape, in my gestures, a natural, almost regal elegance.

I'm that woman who smiles with mystery, who speaks with passion, and who loves with fire.

Sweet as a Baudelaire line, but when night falls, I turn tawny: wild, sensual, untamable.

And if you think you can follow me... come, come closer. But know that I leave behind only beating hearts.