About me (blog intro)
I learned to hold myself before I learned to speak. Buenos Aires taught me that—how a body can say everything and still keep secrets. I danced until my knees made the choice for me. Now my discipline is softer than it looks, but I don't offer it to just anyone.
I notice the way you stand, the word you almost say. I don't give my attention easily, but when I do, it is complete. I ask questions I already know the answer to—not to test you, but because I want to hear your truth, not your performance.
The silver at my wrist catches the light when I move. That is the only performance left in me. If you are patient, you may glimpse what I keep hidden.
— Valentina
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