I was born in the deep ocean where I spent my time swimming in magical underwater worlds.

As rare as the most precious gemstone from the deepest mountain.

I come from a small village, where once Pompeii stood.

The latest pilot sunglasses, a pair of denim jeans, and a leather jacket are a must-have in my wardrobe.

My lively parrot, called Smurf, is about the same age as me and speaks as quickly as I do.

Always having all sorts of bubble gums at hand to fit colourful-patterned pockets.

I was born in a warm place. Probably, some brown-coal mine on the island of Colonsay.

Like a black hole, I am overflowing with uncontrollable energy.

Adventurer without boundaries living a life constantly on the edge while dreaming about going on the wildest safari.

I go hand in hand with black panthers, fluffy cactuses, and red branded evening dresses.

A fragile explosion of mottled ocher summarizing the instant mix of humbleness and positivity.

I was either born in the jungle or in a New York flat overflowing with fat plants.