Evory Salieri

She relish to ruminate, with her impassive glance, the never-ending path of a creek, which gush in the most vivace music played by water and rocks. Music accompanied by the muttering of the leaves, under the direction of the shivering breeze, with the beat of the falling drops over the water film.

Intense trained in the art of chill-ax and deep enthusiast of the roasted coffee scent, combined with the emanating petrichor of grass, she is an expert in burning the daylight or contemplating the sky in search of clouds's patterns.