Particularities Often, alone, I analyze myself and study, my tastes criminal and I seek, in vain twist them; it is incredible the passion that absorbs me for everything that is silky, soft to the touch: the coma ... The hairs ... I love the moonlit nights because they are velvet, I delight when, perhaps, I feel, for my fragile limbs , on my naked body in subtle caresses, roll my hair. By the cold season, which to the most bristling beings, repeated spasms, my suede gloves, the good ones, the pelica ... My tact extends to all senses; I'm all languor, drowsiness, sloth, I stare at carpets outstretched. Gilka Machado