When her skin reflects the purity of an instant where time seems to slow down, and its beauty, unpretentious and serene, blooms alongside the leaves that surround it. Each gesture is light, like a sigh, and her eyes, without any artifice, capture the light with the intensity of someone who knows each other deeply. Nature, with its plenitude, becomes an …
She
anitavioletteoShe is good and she is bad. No one understands.