By Xiomi from Colombia

I love to enjoy a good sad song when my heart is bereaved ... I love to think that there is someone on the other side of the world who, like me, also hopes to find real love. I don't know the snow but I hope to do it someday. I like someone to comb my hair, I like the smell of roses.

Time is passing and our skin is getting old, but I like to believe that our soul is rejuvenating itself because it is freeing itself from burdens just at the moment when we free ourselves of prejudices. I like to eat ice cream and I don't mind staining my blouse, I like to play in the mud with young children, I love bubble baths. It seems to me a cliché to describe my ideal man, I just want to fall in love with the words of a poet, I want to take shelter under the protective arm of a gentleman, I want to allow myself to be pampered by a whisper in my ear that tells me that everything will be fine. The world has stopped, but my hands do not because as I write these words, I can't stop thinking who will see my profile and who will write to know more about me. Will it be you?