She was born afraid of everything and everyone, but very curious. She felt that experiences lead to paths where words begin to become inexplicable. The senses become senses and begin speak louder, with the falling of the leaves. The trees, like the earth in life, show the secret the stone full of energy creates harmony that only the vital energy of walter can break.
Amid the surprises of life, and the world to be felt, I see water as the blue line that moves me in a tireless desire to be and feel, to share the world with my point of view that crosses the oceano with the Brazilian essence.
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