I looked at your profile and contemplated the soft beauty of your face. Your blond hair fits perfectly with the light reflected in your green eyes, and the red lipstick that surrounds your mouth.

I looked into your face, and I say if it were not true I would refuse to believe you were Brazilian, I would call you Celtic and for me you would be from Scotland or Ireland.

Perhaps only your cats have an understanding of your beauty, and only they contemplate your beauty in your home. My heart is homeless, my heart is a homeless cat wandering on city nights.