Say what, if when the days are gray it arises and everything becomes solar. If when everything goes cold, sterile of joys she comes to invade with this unique smile on the screen making everything charming, dazzling. I want this state of mind always. I can't stop thinking about that song: "Take me down to Paradise City. Were the grass are green and the girls are pretty". But to qualify as beautiful is to diminish the stunning beauty of this countenance, even without seeing it completely. Stunning, decidedly stunning.