Sometimes I don't know if I'm sweeter or more naughty. I like to think that I have a calm air, but my gestures usually say what my words keep silent. I don't need to do much: a long look, a slight smile... and the atmosphere changes without me planning it. There is something in me that plays with contrasts: the softness of my voice with the intention hidden in my thoughts, the calmness with which I speak in front of the ideas that run through me inside. I like to provoke without being obvious, leaving curiosity instead of certainties. I'm not looking to get attention, but I know when someone stays looking at me a second longer than usual, and I confess that I enjoy that little silent power. I'm cute, yes. But I also know that there is fire under all that. A fire that does not burn, but invites.