is an elderly lady whose laugh juvenile slays the torpor of one minute slow ...
It's a girl to smile and the innocence of another era, whose white hands overlap quietly on her lap. She waits ...
is also the dream ... an air smelled crisp and fresh, her hair tied to the wind in a convertible who fled towards the distant sea ....
... Welcome rays of sunshine streaming through the foliage of a beautiful wood , murmuring softly, just for himself, his gratitude to the season so enjoyable.
The caress of a soft cloth and light against the rough trunk of a gnarled old oak.
is a snap caught in flight by a day of torrential rain.
silence in a score of Debussy .
A tear running down the page for a happiness ... Another unexpected, silent, on which the book closes.
A faded photograph, tarnished, forgotten in an album ...
is the memory of a bee buzzing around a pot of jam grandmother ... Some malicious
by fireflies on a summer night ...
The scent of an old and a day that haunts me and I take day by hand Parma and pastels ...
Notes: Absolute violet leaves, iris, jasmine, raspberry, musk, tonka bean, heliotropine.
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