The silence in which I return to myself
There are places where you don't have to speak loudly
and think fast.
Warm air, soft light
and the feeling that no one is rushing you.
Spa
Hi! I often laugh with my eyes—there's something warm and slightly spicy in them, like autumn on the steppe. Brown, like tea with honey. Someone says that there is something oriental about me, and I just smile in response. Let it be a mystery.
