I am 20, don't know why the database keeps on telling that I'm 19. Well, I should be flattered, but it's really weird somehow.
I like licorice and honey, a lot. So you're more than free to send me any kind of sweets, I'll be glad.
Sometimes I need to know how many floors a building is composed of, it satisfies myself and the squirrels that run compulsively around my head.
People say I have a type of charisma, I don't think I own this beautiful quality but just because I'm very polite I always nod peacefully when someone talks about it.
Please, don't ask for full shots of myself or "better ones". There's always a reason on why people decide to put some kind of material online so, don't even ask. Plus, the purpose of this website is not to set up romantic encounters.
Apart from that,
I'm nice, I promise.
Apart from global warming, social upheavals due to governement systems failures, the flow of time and the concept of it as a perception, I'm quite a positive person, no worries in particular.
I am an expert at doing nothing but imagining things that somehow can be considered nonsensical or inappropriate. :c
I'm also an expert at dodging my neighbor when I happen to go out.
She's a nice lady, don't get me wrong: it's not that I hate her, far from that. She even gives me candies when she bumps into me.
Okay, now I feel bad.
Don't dodge your nice, old, chatty neighbor, guys. Instead, wear headphones: she wouldn't even notice.
I would be happy to know more about other cultures and the way people are influenced by it.
I'm not that closed-minded, so it would be nice to share some facts about my folkloristic background, and compare it to other's.
Tricky question for a hard answer.
There are many movies that left me something: a teaching or bubbles in my stomach.
I can say that "Stroszek" (1976) is wonderfully sad, in a way that leads the spectator to crave that melancholy and loss that the main character expresses throughout the whole movie.
"Blow-Up" (1966) is a masterpiece of sensory Art and a modern exposition of the youthful Waste Land that lives in the attitude of the outcasts.
Oh, and yeah, just for the record, I think I have a kind of intellectual crush on sir Thomas Stearns Eliot.
I'm not such a traveler. Not that I hate traveling, but I prefer staying home most of the time. You know, there's nothing better than your bed and warm as your blankets.
I went to Spain, a couple of years ago, and lived there with a lovely family. I didn't know a world of Spanish but "Hola" so it took time to open up with people. I got lost a few times, on the streets and was too shy to ask some information that I ended up wandering.
I went to Portugal too, just for one day. I loved it, there was a bride there and my friends and I took a picture with her, out of joy and excitement. So sorry for that bride to see a bunch of Italians interrupting her shooting. She didn't seem to care, anyway.
Literally, any topic.
I just need someone to be open to listen and to share something with me too. I don't like monologues.
I'm planning on visiting Iceland and, by now, struggling with learning icelandic.
I mean, guys, you have such a brain to be able to speak and understand it that I admire you so much.