For me, the body is not an object, but a tool. When I touch the ground in the garden when I go into the tractor when I open my hands for hugs or perform a slow Asana in Jazi - I create. I feel the movement as a continuation of my emotions, as music that no one hears, but which I reside completely.

In the movement of a woman - freedom. Even in the smallest action, even in the look over the shoulder.
It is beauty without words. This is what men often cannot explain, but they feel heart.

I dream that the one who is next to me saw not only my appearance. I want him to "read" my movements, understood my gestures, caught the mood of the head tilt or silent touching of the fingers.

Because a woman is poetry. And her body is the rhymes that live in motion ...

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