Have you ever smelled wet wood for the fireplace?
In the mountain of solitude, a grey cloud communicates to me.
And he leads me by the hand where existences tear.
Each verse of my poems are next to each other untouched.
untouched. And the world is lost.
With the falling drops I do not mark the time, I am just away from life.
And I amalgamated in the dramatic sound of emotions.
It rains on the void and the cry becomes matter, it breaks the silence.
Here is the meeting, between the asphalt and its liquid footsteps drawn and which confirm the man alone, in the existential metropolis of noise.
Here is the fear, of a wood that is silently suspended, amazed by the water that deceives, a generator of mold that obstructs the fire.
Here is the dance in the dark, among the clouds of the solo song who wants to embrace an eternal flesh. We are lovers immersed in the drama of the other’s salty tears, now united by the rain that mixes the smells to make them only one.
Top Notes: Bergamot, Lemon
Heart Notes: Pine, Cedar, Jasmine, Marine Notes
Base Notes: Precious Woods, Musk, Benzoin, Sandalwood
Perfumer: Filippo Sorcinelli
EXTRAIT DE PARFUM 50ML