niña cabrales
The sea speaks to me and I listen to it, not with my ears but with my soul. In dreams he has shown me a woman of the big world, surrounded by wealth and appearances, but different from others. He does not walk with pride, he does not look over his shoulder; there is humility in his way of being, even if he lives among comforts. The sea let me see that, although he has money, he carries a quiet sadness, a struggle that no one seems to notice. I come from another shore, one made of salt, poverty and days resolved by hand; She comes from a place where everything but the truth is superfluous. The currents are moving. Two different tides are about to collide, and a dream showed me that their pain is not a lie. It seems that the sea presented us ahead of time, even without knowing who it is, or what its name is. " \*\*
About niña cabrales
The sea speaks to me and I listen to it, not with my ears but with my soul. In dreams he has shown me a woman of the big world, surrounded by wealth and appearances, but different from others. He does not walk with pride, he does not look over his shoulder; there is humility in his way of being, even if he lives among comforts. The sea let me s...Read more