Has anyone ever told you how they observe you? And I'm sure I'm speaking for many.

How incredible it is when someone looks at you: the way you talk, your hair, the shape of your face, your nose, your mouth, your eyes, your eyebrows, your ears, how your clothes fit you, your hands, the way you move your hands. And then one wonders: what will you smell like?, like vanilla, sandalwood, tobacco, wood?, what is the first thing you do when you wake up?, how long do you take doing your hair?, what product do you use to style it?, how long do you spend in the shower?, do you eat fast or slow?

And one begins to see beyond the physical. Because then you understand that physical beauty is everywhere. You walk out on the street and there are spectacular men, impressive women, beautiful faces, features, hair, bodies. And then one begins to realize that it is precisely the way you laugh when you look at the camera that is completely disarming, with that smile that says *come*. And on top of that, you come and wink, as if you are looking directly at them. And with that gesture you are, literally, taking their clothes off.

 

On top of that, you extend your hand as if you were going to pull out the chair so someone could sit down at the restaurant, or as if you were going to open the car door. And then one wishes they could reach their hand through that phone screen, that tablet, that computer, and touch you. To feel what your skin is like, whether it is soft, whether it is thin, whether it is thick, what it feels like to the touch. When shaking your hand. To wonder if the weights have left calluses on your hands, if they are not so smooth, if they are perhaps a little rough. Or to be able to see you up close and look into whether your eyes shine, whether your pupils dilate, whether you can see them even though your eyes are dark. And one wonders: do you really dance well? Because that would be so much fun!

 

And you start thinking about all the sensations and all the emotions you can awaken, you who know you have the gift of saying what one wants to hear, who have the gift of knowing exactly what to do to make someone feel good, to move them, to enchant us somehow.

 

And then one begins to think: *where have I been all this time that I hadn't seen you before?* And then wonders: *are there more like you?, do people like you exist?* And I'm not talking about nationality or looks, I'm talking about personality.

 

And then one feels happy and sad at the same time, because she knows it is a beautiful illusion, an illusion... but that's what it is. And she begins to have higher expectations when it comes to men: if someone doesn't meet even 15% of what you have, she simply doesn't look at them. Doesn't accept so much as a coffee. They simply don't exist. You start ignoring everyone around you, haha, until someone comes along who has even a small resemblance. Let's not fool ourselves, that is very hard to find...

 

And one wonders: what does one have to do to cross paths with someone like you in real life?, what kindness, what humanity, what acts of generosity does one have to have in life to come across someone like you?

 

And your songs, oh my!, another level! They resonate so deeply that every time you sing, one wishes you were thinking at least a little bit about them while you sing... But with so many stimuli, so many faces, so many personalities, so many women, one knows that is impossible.

Don't give in, don't back down, don't give up...

And the days keep passing, and the months. And then, in the end, it is simply a matter of being grateful to life. Because one way or another it gave the opportunity to stumble upon a treasure. Exactly that... a treasure in the best museum in the world, where you can only pay more for a VIP seat or to see it up close.