It's hard to talk about what we can't measure or explain, all the beauty and sympathy contained in this woman is capable of making anyone transcend and forget what they are, exudes luxury and glamor that none of the inspiring muses of the most lauded tales was able to hold. , it is temptation in the form of a woman, it is the doom of any eye that sees it, it is the forbidden fruit that once tasted will never be forgotten, if it is doom, it is also salvation, with a smile it brightens up any day, even of those gray ones that life sends us, with the brightness of the eyes petrifies, hypnotizes, intoxicates, privileged are you to contemplate the union between the sacred and the profane, between the celestial and the mundane, who has eyes that see such perfection and even that out of tune sing in song the laurels of the glory of seeing this goddess in action, you are enchantment, you are refuge, my path and my doom, sun in my nights, comfort to my being, my sweet passion, there is no capable word, but that my eyes say hello in which you make me.