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Lyla
39 Macaé, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Seeking: Male 30 - 45
Eye color: Hazel
Who am I?? When we have nothing practical in atazanando life, the concern is to be existential. No matter where we come from and where we are going, but who we are is crucial discover. Everyone is what everyone likes. Everyone is our favorite food, the movies that everyone likes, the friends that we have chosen, the clothes that we wear, the season favorite, our sport, the cities that in 551.18. You are not doing anything now? I idem. Let's list people is: you and I here. I am autumn, triggered. AND slightly spring. Transitional Stations. I am Woody Allen. I am Lenny Kravitz. I am Marilia Gabriela. I am Nelson Motta. I am Nick Hornby. I am Ivan Lessa. I am Saramago. I am breads, cheeses and wines, the three foods that I would take to a desert island, but I am not desert island: I am metropolis. I am bullet azedinha. I am coca-cola. I am caprese salad. I am shrimp at the Bahia. I am filet with potatoes. I am strawberry ice cream. I am sole with lemon sauce. I am hot dog only with mustard and grated cheese. The barbecue, I am the bread with garlic. I books. Discs. Dictionaries. I am travel guides. Magazines. I am maps. I am Internet. I've been very had, today only a little GNT. Radio. Rock. Lounge. Cinema. Cinema. Cinema. Theater. I am blue. I am colorada. I am smooth hair. I am wearing jeans. I am and uluda of balances. I ceiling fan. I am aircraft. I am jeep. I am biking. I am on foot. You are making your list? I'm hoping for. I am carpets and cloths. I am lampshade. I am bathroom gleaming. Moisturizers. I am not bodybuilding, but pretend like I'm am three times a week. I sea. I am not sand. I London. Rio. Porto Alegre. I am more bed that table, more day that night, more flower fruit, more salty than sweet, more music that silence, more pizza feast, more champagne that caipirinha. I am enamel moldy. I am makeover. I am Gisele. I am delirium. I am myself. Now it is your turn.
Michele
45 Porto Alegre, Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil
Seeking: Male 30 - 40
Eye color: Hazel
cherry
55 Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brazil
Seeking: Male 22 - 65
Eye color: Hazel
zentouch
58 São Paulo, São Paulo, Brazil
Seeking: Male 30 - 55
Eye color: Hazel
, THIS IS A SONG MONOLOGUE. I JUST THINK IT FITS WHAT I HAVE BEEN DOING IN MY LIFE, THE WAY I FEEL, THE WAY I WOULD LIKE THINGS TO BE. AFTER A LONG JOURNEY YOU NEED SOME REST, AND THAT IS WHAT I AM GOING FOR NOW... I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell sleep with vision of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three year down the line of being on an endless world tour and memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not very popular one, who once has dreams of becoming a beautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken. But I really didn’t mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living- they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lied you head. I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying- because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one- who belonged to everyone, who had nothing- who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about- and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me. Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore- except to make our lives into a work of art. LIVE FAST. DIE YOUNG. BE WILD. AND HAVE FUN. I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever- *I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself- I Ride. I Just Ride.* Who are you? Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them? I Have.. Now please read for WHO I am LOOKING FOR. NO OFFENSE. JUST LET´S BE CLEAR FROM THE BEGINNING :)

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