Golden light on lavender, warm air caressing my skin. I walk between the harbor, the boats, the whit…
Golden light on lavender, warm air caressing my skin. I walk between the harbor, the boats, the white houses, and every step is soft. The glances come lightly, curiously, pause for a moment, then fade away. A quiet, natural sensuality born from the way I move, the way I look. The sea reflects everything: colors, calm, presence.
