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harolrock
Between The Smiths and Godard, post-punk and nouvelle vague, The Weeknd and Joji, a woman emerges with an intangible delicacy and the sweetness of forbidden fruit. Fascinating and fluid in every nuance, enveloping and seductive in every movement, accurate in every insinuation of desire. On the edge of the skin, at the whim of the wind, with a sincere nudity that allows you to glimpse the soul without losing the mystery so necessary for contemplation. It leads to ecstasy as an indescribable and unique pleasure. It is a delicious taste that intoxicates the senses, a shiver on the skin, butterflies in the stomach, the electrifying touch of the lips and the incandescent poetry of the skin. She has the shape and manner of a good dream, a look that refers to constellations and a body that overflows with desires. Desiring it is a non-negotiable condition of the body; to be enchanted by her, a logical consequence of her presence; fall in love with - is categorical, fatal and imperative.
