‘Lo que tú sientes Se llama obsesión’ Everybody is looking for her, someone calls her name, others are following her tracks: a red feather, a pearl button, a sparkling shadow. Her scent is still in the air, she smells of rain and desert, one thing and its opposite. Even if she disappears, you can find her in everything, like a magic and brilliant dust that sticks to you. She is living her own adventure, without any fear. She’s in exploration, with her camouflage skin – covered by flowers, flames or butterflies – she looks like a lizard in a woman’s skin. Free, wild and sensual, she disappears among the rocks and reappears from the red earth, with a fluttering long dress. She’s living her safari, a personal one, in search of herself, like a princess of a desert island, beautiful and metaphysical. There is a deep silence, and the air is absolutely still. Her body moves like waves of the sea, body rolls, head rolls, deep and hypnotic. She is going slowly to a small lake, a place to reflect her beauty. Here, in the oasis she founded as a conqueror, Latin music is in the air, the sun is beginning to set and the party is about to start. In her psychedelic fluorescent dress, she begins to dance with closed eyes. In the night, she is led by stars. What you feel is called obsession.