❤️I am in a hurry, I enjoy feeling the looks about me, that moment in which time seems to stop when it happened. It is not just my tight clothes or the way my hair falls on my shoulder, is the security with which I move, the slight game of my smile when someone tries to hold my eyes. I like to play with words as much as with emotions. In class, my voice is firm, leisurely, enough to capture care without effort. I know the effect that caused when I slightly lean my head or bite the end of my pen while I think. I don't do it on purpose ... or maybe yes. I feel at a settled table, I cross my legs with subtlety and accommodate my hair behind my ear, exposing my neck. I feel a look at me from another table and I smile just, without turning. It's curious how desire can wake up with the little details, right?