At first glance she is a white figure, sitting at the top of something like a gate. When you zoom on the picture, you are captured by her cute face; sparkling hazel eyes, well shaped pulpy lips and strait brown hair framing her visage.
She gives the wrong impression to be snobbish, but then her British sense of humour betrays her making her burst into laughters and she giggles like a little girls hiden behind a heavy curtain knowing she has tricked you.
She wordships Woody Allen and like him cherishes the little kid inside her, and you can't be more right to think she belongs to Peter Pan's clique.
But She is old enough to be a wise, witty, smart, cultivated woman with a touch of sophistication and like Karen Blixen in "Out of Africa" she loves "her things".
She is not only an esthete, she is also a passionate lover of photography, specially in black and white, literature, poetry, music, opera... Arts in General.
She is also a fine gourmet who isn't scared to eat with her fingers while drinking a fine glass of French Champagne and she has a crash on Swiss chocolate.
She is in love with Paris and lives in her beloved Catalunya.
She is cultivated and speaks several languages.
She has no scale of greys: she is black or white. As simple as that. When she loves, she does it with no limits or conditions. When she hates - a word out of her vocabulary - she pays you with a complete indiference and you become invisible to her eyes.
She adores her nieces and is the most fabulous and magic auntie in the universe.
Like all passionate women, She is jealous of her private life and keeps it under key, locked in a stylish coffret.
She is Sense and Sensibility all in one.
She is almost perfect and far from being a Saint... thanks God.
She is Meri ^_***
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