My hands, for me, are my essence, my way of transmitting, I have to take care of them and pamper them because they are fragile and delicate, but at the same time they are so strong that they transmit and reach you in an instant. Up close you appreciate their velvety texture, their Channel perfume and their long, natural and unpainted nails. BUT !!! Be careful if you see me with red nails. 

 

My legs, have danced on so many stages all around the world, in so many studios non-stop, and up to 10 hours a day of high-level, private flamenco classes that they are strong and precise.

With a neck, that is delicate and thin like glass but robust enough to hold rehearsal bags full of kilos of shoes, sweaty T-shirts, all black, the more torn the better, torn lace stockings on my arms, black pure wool leg warmers, black crochetedshawl wrapped around my neck, floor-length chiffon skirt over a long black gauze inner skirt, hair

pulled back into a very high or very low bun ... This is how I traveled on the subway during the two years that I lived in New York City - in this case to not to be robbed, since the subway line I had to take to get to my apartment had a connection to the Bronx ...

 

I have strode down the avenues of the capitals of many countries and, above all, I have stepped, and continue to step up, with the same confidence onto that stage that is my life - where everything happens.