About her: in her mind a thousand reasons, In her chest few carry, She knows pain well, but she has already kissed such happiness, When she loved, it was true, when she made a mistake, it was without malice, When she cried, she spilled it, but soon she got up, She could to be a princess, but she decided to be a fortress, Her nature is more than beauty, she has purity, inner richness, Maybe her weakness is the uncertainty of her shameless mind, Because, when it's about to break, she breaks, When it's about to love, she loves , When it's supposed to arrive, it arrives, When it's supposed to close, it closes, When it's supposed to stay, it stays forever, But when it's supposed to leave, it doesn't even look back! She likes rap and even writes, She is intense, she is dangerous, but she also likes pampering, She is a verse, a heavy flow, that misfit poem, She is simple, angry, but calm at the same rhythm, She doesn't have the world, but she has all the dreams that fit in it, She doesn't have the best speech, but she deciphers any look, If necessary, she starts what she finishes, but she prefers not to have to redo it, She's a little bit of Harley Quinn, vitamin and adrenaline, As she says Lenin; she can even be, all together in one being, She is the light that confuses the darkness, she is simply her.