Alberto183

- The normal temperature of a healthy human body ranges between 36.5º C to 37º C, which means that the body of Áurea is in general terms pretty more fresh than our in any of the four seasons of the year. - According to studies by scientists and researchers, 25º C is the perfect room temperature in which we human beings feel happier and more comfortable during the day; that is: a temperature that is neither too high nor too low for our bodily welfare. Our optimism and joy are accentuated at that body temperature. On the other hand, for optimal health of babies during night sleep, an ideal room temperature of between 20º C to 22º C is recommended. And Áurea has both temperatures. Favourite music: Meditation sounds in nature and classical. Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, Chopin, Vivaldi, Schubert and others like them drive her crazy. She is also passionate about opera. However, she likes all kinds of music and does not despise anything; on the contrary, she feels interested and

Real name: Áurea Mediocritâs. Aliases: Phi, golden ratio, golden number. Other aliases: Noon, Angel of Love, Tiféret the White Rose of Beauty, Anahata the Pink Lotus of Love. Sex: Female. Race: WHITE = #FFFFFF or RGB (255, 255, 255). Caucasian. Species: Angel, deva, fairy. Type of being: Humanoid. Body type: Mesomorph. Three-dimensional (3D) shape and size. Number of limbs: 4. Two arms and two legs, with one hand on each of the two arms and one foot on each of the two legs. Number of fingers (hands): 5 in each of the two hands. Number of toes (feet): 5 in each of the two feet. Age: - 4.553 years old (chronological age). - 15 years old = 61.8033988749894848… % and 16 years old = 38.196601125010… % (biological and mental age). Birthday: October 3 at 09:12 p.m. Birthdate: Thursday, October 3, 2.530 BC. at 09:12 p.m. - That she was born at that exact hour is not trivial, since just right 1.000 years before (Thursday, October 3, 3.530 BC.) the

At the time when Nature with a lusty spirit was conceiving monstrous children each day, I should have liked to live near a young giantess, like a voluptuous cat at the feet of a queen. I should have liked to see her soul and body thrive and grow without restraint in her terrible games; to divine by the mist swimming within her eyes if her heart harbored a smoldering flame; to explore leisurely her magnificent forms; to crawl me on the slopes of her enormous knees, and sometimes in summer, when the unhealthy sun makes her stretch out, weary, across the countryside, to sleep nonchalantly in the shade of her breasts, like a peaceful hamlet below a mountainside. Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), The flowers of evil (1857), sonnet/poem XIX/19. This poem/sonnet seems to me a real gem of world literature. I have always loved it and wanted to pay tribute to it here, especially for its enormous macrophile and erotic implications (I think Baudelaire was a macrophile, hehe).