The paleness of a pure and open face generates tenderness in the observer. We imagine the shyness, a subtle trembling of the heart, the restless soul that tries to escape in all directions, to avoid being harnessed. Those eyes that are never direct and severe, that voice that communicates with sweetness and the words that do not follow a logical order, that evoke images, that cling to memories to start over again. When the people in the world look at you, they want to take care of you, they want to look strong to give you confidence. Maybe that very world does not know that you are not weak at all, but incredibly sensitive. That your strength lies at the core, in the heart, in an identity that is always in harmony with itself and has no need to look elsewhere for something that is already complete and circular by nature.