The true fascination for something or someone demands, a priori, a dive into its depth, knowledge, albeit tangent, of its essence. It is not premeditated or expected; nor is it a matter of choice. The lighting is an imposition on the spectator, taken by storm by an intense emotion of the senses and by the inexplicable sensation of standing before the purest manifestation of beauty, the translucent purity that permeates the basic essence of being. Few people are able to provoke a feeling of such magnitude at first sight, in a brief encounter. However, before her, fascination is imperative. Enchantment is natural, as is desire. She has a free soul, capable of dancing through the universe, shining among entire constellations and settling, delicately, on the irresistible glow that adorns her eyes. She has a smile made of dreams and the poignant beauty of goddesses. She is a perfect picture, an infinite engine of endless and sincere charms.