Traces of Perfume. In my hands rose petals - By Valeria
Written on 28/7/10 by Valeria in Articles , Traces of Perfume |
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The fragrance spreads through the air like a bid.
As I observe the intense red color, shape, soft and smooth, velvety surface, seem small waves that propagate in the palm of your hand.
Life has bright tones, so strong that only a brave heart he may support the view.
The daring each of us took him to himself when he was a child but the weather then turned it.
The weather, disappointment, boredom, the sound of this era that does not grant a respite, not grants or breaks silence, have transformed the desire to be crossed by life in fear of being touched, just touched.
But in listening still, harvest, sometimes it can be found, only letting the silence is acting in its own way.
And let it expand, it can emerge a distant memory, the memory of ancient times, ferryman of an ancient message.
Emerges from the depths of his being something, a sort of wreck that resurfaces, bringing with them the flavor of times in which austere beauty, power, tragedy, desire, everything was contained in a few gestures, and decided in a few simple acts.
Then comes the certainty that ... yes, you can do.
