I'm 35 years old, from Italy.I'm romantic, sensitive,tr​ustworthy,as​ poor as a church mouse, as ugly as sin but as sweet as honey.
In my picture you can see only my eyes, not because I have got beard and moustache as someone presumed (I shave them every morning) but because I'm shy.
If you like horror film... ask for my picture complete!
I have no recent photos, I haven't found yet a photograph willing to die of a heart attack...
Note: I came back but I need a bit of time to reply all my fans. Be patient, please. Thank you:-)))

Please, read: I need to improve my English, so if you are a nice and polite male from UK or Republic of Ireland, write to me. No snail mails and no chat, I prefer by e.mail.To chat in English for me it's difficult, so I must say no.Sorry. Don't keep on asking for my full picture. I'm there just to write, not to meet people.
Please, when you write to me, try to write whole words, not just as a chat. It may be difficult to understand.
I don't need to learn swear or coarse words for my job. Thank you!
Write only if you are English mother tongue. No from Africa, India, Turkey and non-European​, please. No romance from USA, you are so far away... and I'm looking for friendship.
Don't be disappointed​ if I don't reply, I said just from where...

Italian, English, French, Spanish

reading, writing, learning foreign languages, art, history, archaeology,​classical music,market​ing, politics, miniatures, perfumes.

classical music and new age

Farinelli, voce regina and many others.

Not reality shows. I think my life is enough...
Yesterday morning, I was going out to throw away the rubbish but the rubbish cart was going away. So, I shouted: Sorry, wait for me! And they replied: ok, come on...run up!
I went to the photographer​ for my Identity Card photo and, at the moment to take my picture, his camera got stuck:-(

Canone inverso, Il violino nero, Una musica costante and many others.Write​rs: V. Woolf, J. Joyce, W.B.Yeats, Iain Pears, D. Brown, W.Shakespear​e, Catullo, Saffo.

Vorrei essere libera come un gabbiano e volare verso orizzonti infiniti... (Sonia)

Where I can't go with my legs, I'll go with my head (Sonia)

Like a fairy in the wood I’m waiting for a spirit coming here, yours. Morpheus arrived and knocked on the door of my room with strength, but I threw him out. I prefer to stay here, spending my time hoping in your message. A cloud in the dark sky of the night is covering up the moon and a little star falls down on my pillow, lightning my bedroom and warming my heart.  
Good night  (Sonia)