L'Original Préparation Parfumée Andrée Putman 2001
19
Top Review
Translated
Show original
The fog
You are there.
It's not you.
I can feel you, your presence fills the space around me.
I am singing. A little friendly melody.
The notes rise very softly, fall again, disperse and finally fade away.
The fog has come closer and closer, it changes shape. I can see my hands, I can only glimpse my feet on the ground with cautious steps.
The air around me feels soft and I now know for sure that you are there, a shadowy figure, back there by the dancing birch trees with their shimmering elven hair.
The mist has given us this space, we are safe here.
I walk towards you, through damp veils, delicate webs.
I walk and walk until my contours also dissolve, a vague trembling, a reflection, there they are again, the soft, friendly tones, this time you answer me.
Thanks to @Can777 for the opportunity to get to know this special fragrance.
It's not you.
I can feel you, your presence fills the space around me.
I am singing. A little friendly melody.
The notes rise very softly, fall again, disperse and finally fade away.
The fog has come closer and closer, it changes shape. I can see my hands, I can only glimpse my feet on the ground with cautious steps.
The air around me feels soft and I now know for sure that you are there, a shadowy figure, back there by the dancing birch trees with their shimmering elven hair.
The mist has given us this space, we are safe here.
I walk towards you, through damp veils, delicate webs.
I walk and walk until my contours also dissolve, a vague trembling, a reflection, there they are again, the soft, friendly tones, this time you answer me.
Thanks to @Can777 for the opportunity to get to know this special fragrance.
31 Comments
Genoveva
