Le Cirque Bleu Parfum Prissana 2017
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Les yeux d'un enfant…!/Die Augen eines Kindes…!
Every evening he stood there,..every single one! Hidden behind the heavy curtains of the circus ring, he watched her. He looked up into the circus dome where she flew like a black hummingbird. He loved her. Infinitely! But she never saw him! He,…the white clown. So radiantly beautiful, elegant, aristocratic, intelligent, and wise. High on the trapeze, she flew like a black bird. Full of grace and perfection. Longing filled Bianco's heart. If only he could fly like her. With her? And as he thought about this, he smelled the leather harnesses of the horses and the wild animals. Dark, smoky, and as familiar as his fenced-in soul. He smelled the cypress trees and the earth. On which the circus tent stood. The pines and fir needles. He felt them pierce his heart. Every single needle! And as he slowly closed the heavy curtain and his white face disappeared like the full moon behind dark clouds, dark green feathers fell at his feet. Slightly sweaty and mossy-green tinged. He picked them up and smelled them. And at that very moment, the painted tear on his cheek,..became reality. And so it dissolved like black-blue ink on blotting paper. It ran over his lips. And thus he tasted for the first time how salty longing tastes and hurts…!
Conclusion
Le Cirque Bleu is a tribute to the painting of the same name by Marc Chagall. A tribute to art and longing itself. Painted in the darkest colors of black leather, animalistically quiet sighs, and mossy-green tones. Everything lacquered in dull earthy varnish. If you know Prin, you understand and feel how he has strived to capture the art of Marc Chagall in notes. I would say he has succeeded. Humility can be smelled, and even admiration. Le Cirque Bleu is perhaps one of Prin's quietest works. But also one of the most profound creations ever. Here beats a lonely heart beneath the makeup. Lonely, quiet, and longing! And here it swings,…like a bird beneath the trapeze of dreams. And so happy is he who catches a feather. However, flying,…one will never do with it!
Have a wonderful Easter, my dear ones!
Can
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRTdQMJ_iXU
Conclusion
Le Cirque Bleu is a tribute to the painting of the same name by Marc Chagall. A tribute to art and longing itself. Painted in the darkest colors of black leather, animalistically quiet sighs, and mossy-green tones. Everything lacquered in dull earthy varnish. If you know Prin, you understand and feel how he has strived to capture the art of Marc Chagall in notes. I would say he has succeeded. Humility can be smelled, and even admiration. Le Cirque Bleu is perhaps one of Prin's quietest works. But also one of the most profound creations ever. Here beats a lonely heart beneath the makeup. Lonely, quiet, and longing! And here it swings,…like a bird beneath the trapeze of dreams. And so happy is he who catches a feather. However, flying,…one will never do with it!
Have a wonderful Easter, my dear ones!
Can
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRTdQMJ_iXU
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59 Comments
Thank you!
It's a shame that it's no longer available. I really enjoyed it!..🙏🏻
Thank you for your kind words about my story. A lot happens behind the scenes in the circus. You just don’t always see it..! Wishing you a lovely and reflective Easter holiday as well. Have a great time…!
Well, I just read your text and Danny264's reply: Happy Easter :)
Thank you so much for your sweet reply. I'm really happy!
And of course, wishing you a lovely Easter and sending you warm greetings!.. ;)
No one noticed that I wished everyone a happy Easter. Only you, Danny! Thank you, my friend! You see through the superficiality. You're a clown just like me…!
Here, Prin has shown that he can be very sensitive too. Chagall would surely have liked the scent..!
Tears streamed down my face, and I had to pull myself together.
How do you manage to touch me so deeply?
I saw myself as a little girl, holding hands with my late father as he took me into the world of the circus. My father, the hero of my childhood, whom I still miss so painfully...
A song comes to mind:
Oh my Papa,
was a great clown, oh my Papa was a handsome man...
And in a way, he too was, in his own special way, a
(tragic) clown.
Thank you for this vivid memory, and I wish you a lovely Easter as well.
Chagall was truly a gifted artist, and I took another look at the painting
Le Cirque bleu, which perfectly matches your review.
You must have had a wonderful father. After all, he left behind a very sensitive, caring, kind, and empathetic daughter. He would surely be very proud of you!? And thank you for being in the audience...!
No, it’s definitely not a cheerful spring scent! 😂
It’s quite serious, actually…!
"At the trapeze, the black leather birds fly!
Longing, the white clown weeps spicy, earthy tears.
As dark green feathers fall..!"
I hope you enjoyed the whole story as well? You would definitely like the scent. It's beautifully smoky…!🧜🏽♂️
And sometimes a knowing glance is all it takes. And everything is fine..!
I like the clown ☺️
Every beginning also has an end. And I like the clown too. He seems very familiar to me..!🤡
Thank you, my dear!
It's great that you were with me in the circus of longing. You can also see behind the scenes here...!
Thank you so much!
With this fragrance, you dive deep into Marc Chagall's paintings. An olfactory reflection of his self...!
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It's sad that it's no longer available. It's really great!
We're all trapped in the same cage. Although a circus tent is definitely much more pleasant. And after the kiss, the tips of her feathers were white marbled and his tears were dark green..!
But it shouldn't stay there. It needs to come out and fly!
Thank you @Pollita…!
A trophy that comes from the heart!
I will collect the feathers in this cup... Thank you!
But your feathers are so soft and fluffy. They definitely always help...!
Fly on the trapeze of dreams. It's so beautiful up there...!
Here you can swing through the scent with its images. Dreaming included…!
I would love to pull the needles from his heart and whisper, "Everything will be alright, little Bianco."