
Many times I don’t make a single clue of what is going on in her mind and I don’t care because I love not knowing, I love learning, I love being wrong many times, I love living in real time with reality, not knowing what to expect, that fascinates me. Not because I see a challenge in unraveling a mystery, but because I get a huge kick out of being so close to the most beautiful mystery I have ever met. No matter what she tells me about her, no matter how long I spend with her, there will always be a mystery within her that urges me to use her words in my mouth and kiss her body with cold pearls, hot chocolate and the smell of the freezing ocean.




