Sometimes I imagine that someone discovers my most secret thoughts. That they read what I write when no one is watching me, and they decide to remain silent, observing. I like the idea of gradually losing my shyness, I fantasize about whispers, about tens
I'm a shy woman, the type who barely dares to look at the camera at first. I prefer writing to talking, I like to observe you in silence and let you imagine what goes on in my mind. If you have patience with me, I promise you'll discover everything I'm hiding.