Reviews

Charlize 's Response:

There are stops that owe nothing to chance, stopovers suspended outside of time, where the road gives way to the ecstasy of the present. That day, your journey became a sensory odyssey, and the asphalt, like Ariadne's thread toward a secret island, one where bodies speak to each other better than words.

Charlize, ephemeral muse or siren incarnate, offered you not a simple meal, but a communion, a sacred drunkenness , one that dissolves reality in the vapors of desire. This lunch, far from forks and white tablecloths, was a pagan offering to the gods of the flesh and oblivion.

And here you are, off again, lighter than on the outward journey, but weighed down by dreams, as if the road itself, jealous, sought to retain the echo of that shared sigh. Isn't that, precisely, the miracle of true encounters? When bodies merge and the moment becomes myth...Kiss

Veronica 's Response:

John, what a beautiful message you wrote me! Thank you so much for your kind words and compliments. But most of all, thank you for seeing beyond appearances. I always appreciate when I can share genuine, meaningful moments, where I can truly be myself.

It’s always a pleasure to spend time with someone who knows how to appreciate both the light and the depth.

See you soon amore.

Veronica

Veronica 's Response:

Thank you for your visit, Paul — and for the sweet gifts!

Take care,

Veronica