How are emotions told? Simply living them. I smell them, instinctively, with that sixth sense that I recognize myself, I find them like nuggets submerged in the deposits of my desires, I live them between thought and imagination as if immersed in a rain of shooting stars, I wait for them to evaporate like drops of dew at dawn on newly opened petals.
I know the journey will never end, that billions of new destinations are waiting to be added to the map of these eager senses.
And that it will be a great sailing, good wind and calm seas for those who set sail, let it be the breath of hope, grace, respect to inflate the sails and exquisite aromas to watch over the journey.
Perfumes as simultaneous translators of emotions. Senses in perpetual alert and new languages to explore. You smell and restart, you center yourself, you relocate, you discover new, higher and more stable balances, to measure your feeling. You go back to travel, to draw boundaries, to capture the good wind. The road is open, long but never fearsome and smells of will, courage, infinite possibilities. To take advantage of this is simply to live.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 