The typical smell from a single guitar;
marked forever and always..
The arome of the black bean pulverized coffee
again as a new sensation for our morning lips in taste…
The scent of the appearing of the evening,
we are prepared for that.
Our nasal cavaties filled with lavender grains…
The sweet BlackBerry bushes,
and the sunsets..
every kind of sensation like a desire…
what is she
What is the evening without her horizon?