As imaginative and creative this woman can be, among the characteristics she could adapt to change and innovate through the passing of times return to the fact of being a woman, being transform does help, looking into another as a choreographer of history, from Natzis to self Robot more of a Cyborg. 

  Turning your head it has always being the reliance of loyalty. The side of a woman, is an extraordinary relationship, a physical journey, every single day, as deep relationship with animals swimming with the fishes, on the swamp with alligators on the snow with that wonderful group of wolfs it seems the substance of water is always there to drink to be, to flow, to sweat with him and frozen too. You get addicted to it as animals too, is a legendary road and process, from hip hop and Allies in New York recounting stories to meeting your lovers around the world and yet, confessing that anything you shared braking with the loves of your life, does most revealing and vulnerable reflect on him, more than trivial affairs he perceives your existence to exist in. He moves and changes as me through the times.

  That's such a treat of loyalty. Touch down on memories who make you move further, you discover you die and even realising you are still alive make bold decisions as keeping the confession alive, reborn again, a new identity and stamp to trip, the creation keeps moving even if you resist as a little evil. And he is there running through adventures and stations you rather not know because you can already image and why not say, how could you never stop? I don't know if he does anymore recall my original name, if he does to me, my father is very dark and straight, but he is like my mother he as her have more exists than the Tube, the Subway. Breath at last. The times made us forgot who we are. We became loyal to destiny.

   Loyalty, whom ever know what it's for a private agent, an undercover, a timeless relation who is romanticly goofy yet very technical on the light of action seemingly cold. Every time I turn back to him, is like..."Why do you believe in me, it is a cover, was it that genius?" He looks at me felt in love, giggling to yourself, not even him can see you are laughing at it, that compatible sense of humour who would rather hold the laughter because it believed in the cover, if to perceive truth in this mental state of loyalty, it comes out with severe experience whom many times get confused by other writers and readers, actors, no one owns the main theme, unless you are loyal to the market place and material riches also spiritual power to obey the laws of conquering a result for the whole. That makes me feel very happy. Who ever is loyal for the sakes of the lust of the flesh and ruling over others to undo them, selfishness, then this loyalty is not my loyalty, then Im disloyal, cast out envy, my personal ambition to love my brother and sisters uniqueness. Faith in principals in victory, in due times. 

   Hight fidelity as much information and relational power to digest a mayor frequency, the more loyal you are, the lest its cables and wireless freak out, you can simply lay back and observe without being involved, I'm not loyal to a single threat or a net, it's ridiculous. As a holiday I'd disappear going, anonymous as if the brake up emerge to be free thanking him, to be as far away as possible to be meeting for tea for the mobile, he turned up to be with a suit with the lead. "What are you talking about? You had the opportunity to be on the mountains of Germany in this little Hotel together, now we are pact around unimportant tourist on the mediterranean coast!" The lobby was fantastic and the surveillant unavoidable, you get married to this part and act, the noise and the entire history of this location grants plenty of mistake to vanish. Scrabbling notes, there is something painful and sad to bring out to life. You are always making lists, burning the work to re- do it again, many of the times get burn alter mistakes faraway from your reach. Re- do it, redefine it. And he is always there.

 I'm not complete without this loyalty, is greater than me, I've fight against this loyalty and it does exist by a higher order. Its not my will, I'm innocent, there is nothing to fear.

  A month, three months learning latin, so learning another language on the streets of Rome, that silence around you, you are never on set hunting around and still, he is always there. You know he is there for all others and is loyal. You return or not, he is there, your faith is more than stillness in him, sometimes you think if he has something else to do, or what is he thinking if he ever stops, is a loyal machine, does he have a heart to sustain this love affair with all his stories. Then in this natural state of mind, he could be anyone living in the present, you need to mature and think once again. Is loyalty so important as freedom, yes it's my harmony. It synchs. 

  I'm Black Widow, no one will ever know were my loyalties back up and move forth, I know is reliable transiting by worst case scenario, recovering and moving the work in a Manifest to rise. Maybe I'm too straight but this loyalty has crossed over even my gender to make it happen away from so many of plenty binding stories, this loyalty is held on a book were many enter, it becomes a family a resort of heroes and villains. It became a program who has remodel to adapt through the times for the best in all. People looking for salvation from each mistake. You call it Loyalty and go around, I call it hight Definition in a quantum jump.