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Eileen
29 Buenaventura, Valle del Cauca, Colombia
Seeking: Male 28 - 50
English ability: Some
I am a detallist woman, but not very affectionate I feel that I have difficulty being it or perhaps the person indicated has not arrived, I am charismatic I have very good sense of humor although a little angry also jajajaja I like to worry a lot about the others, i can tell you that i like to sing a lot 🎤 ajajajaja amo singing some say that i am good in it, others say that not so much but that does not interfere in me because i just like it and already, as i do it for me, i can also tell you that i like to cook, attend, well wash the dishes not so much ajajajaha i am of those that think because they do not wash themselves😩😂 but good it is part of the routine and it touches to do it.. Throughout my life I have been touched by a couple of experiences that have made me the woman I am today, one which one day cries is part in pieces, but the next day rises trying to be resilient and not to let itself overcome. I can tell you, since until now it has been the most important and difficult role throughout my life, that learned to be a little neutral, I am the one that with gestures, details, words, I show you that I love you, But I am also the bad breast for him what restricts him from doing cosas🤦🏾‍♀️ as a girl I had the belief that the moms know them all jajajajajaja but when you already cease to be a girl, and you become a you do not, We do not know it all in fact, none of us know it all, we only try to make the best decisions that we believe are right at that time for our children, and in the midst of them we make mistakes, make mistakes, fill us with doubts. And we even split aveces, and this well being mum does not come with an instruction manual, that we acquired it along the walk..💖
JESSICA
41 Ibagué, Tolima, Colombia
Seeking: Male 35 - 50
English ability: Some
The roar of the sea, and curling and agiganta; the moon, a bird of light, prepare the flight and at the time that the face lifts, gives a kiss to the sea, and goes back to heaven. And the monster indomitable, that breathes tempests, and goes up and down and grows, to feel that a kiss, sighs... and in his jail of rocks... shudders centuries of centuries that, far from the tremble of love in summer nights; she gives its crystal clear reflections, the offers its pearls and corals. With pride are expressed his loves these old lovers afflicted; she tells him, "I love you!" in their flashes, and he responds, "I love you!" in their roars. She aduerme with its pure fire, and the sea, the coos with his eternal cry and tells him his eagerness and his bitterness with a voice that thunders in the infinite. She, pale and sad, she hears and goes up to the space that his light slumps, and watching the face behind the cloud, he hides the grief that to his forehead leans out. Understands that his love is impossible, that the sea the copy on your breast, and convulsive contemplated in the movable glass blue monster that rumbles of thunder. And, as we descend after a cold, yells at the sea: "In your brilliance I hug!" Do not descend as soon, star mia! It stars of my love, stop the step! An instant mitigates my bitterness, since in sidereal thy light I Don't bathe away!... Do you not see your pure image, shine in the blue of my bowels?" And she exclaims, in his crazy delusion: "Everywhere death surrounds me, I can't stop my monster! I pity your poor is dying! My last kiss of passion sent you; my last lampo to your countenance together!" and in the deep darkness of the void, made corpse, collapses to the point. Then, the sea, from one pole to the other pole, to curl its waves mourners, immense, sad, helpless and alone, covered with his sobs the riverbanks. And as we contemplate the luminous traces of the alba moon in the dark veil, tremble, of jealousy and pain, the Astros in the deep solitude of heaven. All calla... the sea sleeps, and not annoying with their savage cries of reproach; and sounds kissing with the moon in the thalamus black of night.