"When I go to the sea, she is waters. And she is the sun shining sharp above, lighting up my heart in flames. You could tell she is made of thunder, and blood and air, yet sometimes she crawls inside my dream and holds my head, wearing a sinful allure of red, the color that is inside all of us from birth to death.” Candelaria is a whimsical being. Her clothes struck a note of extravagance. They elicit an introspective of a spiritual woman with elements that taken together are a rich anagram of contradictions, with charm and power.