Who am I?

Sometimes when I look at me in the mirror I do not recognize myself. My dark hair is becoming gray, around my eyes there are winkles, and...

I still thin. My breasts are still generous but I admit that I no longer have the same body as before.

I'm not complaining... God no... I'm becoming aware of my age. Behind the woman I see in the mirror is the girl that I still have inside me, is the woman girl that I am as ever, with more experience, dreams, illusions, with will to live, to love, to laugh, and enjoy, enjoy, enjoy life.

This girl woman who likes to share with others, who likes to smile, hug, dance, sing, talk, learn and to know. Who love to travel, who enjoy sunrises, sunsets and beautiful scenery, who sees God in every moment of the life as never before.

The woman who wants to dress sometimes as a butterfly, sometimes with bright colors, sometimes with dark colors.

The girl woman who is trilled with the embrace of a child, with the look of a dog, tears of the elderly or when a mature man know how to say sorry from the depths of his heart.

Yes I am Gitana of my 14, 15 and now with my 57 wow!