Saturday, October 30, 2010

How Much Cloth Is Needed To Stitch Anarkali

My memory, my soul, my skin, my perfume / My memory, My soul, / My body, My perfume


They say every perfume stores a memory. Smells and emotions that remain in our memories as the scent of childhood, first love, sex, crazy, pain, chaos ...
Life is a fragrant world, bodies and souls with different essences. Fragrances that arouse the cry, smile, love, hate him. Perfumes as we own.
Us .. we live experiences and memories.

The bodies of our world perfumed fragrances launched several air and feel so many smells are stripping my memories with each breath of life. My soul is bare and I cry ... drops of perfume.


(Cris Rosa Negra)


It is said each perfume That holds a memory. Scents  and emotions that  are kept in our memories as the perfume of the childhood, the perfume of the first love, the perfume of the crazy sexy, the perfume of the pain, the perfume of the chaos... 
Life is a fragrant world, of various bodies and souls with different essences. Perfumes that awake the cry, the smile, the love and the hate. Perfumes that are so part of us... We... that live from experiences and from the memories.


Bodies of our fragrant world let scents' sillages in the air and I smell so many scents that uncover my memories in each breath of my life. My soul is nude and I cry... tears of perfume.

(Cris, Rosa Negra)

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