De profundis Serge Lutens 2011
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From the Depths
Imagine you have died. A few weeks ago already. Your body, as it once was, no longer exists. Everything external has changed.
But you are not dead. You just don’t know it yet.
One evening, when your time was ripe, you followed your instinct and went into the earth. With the thought that it was all over. One last time you shed your skin and suddenly everything around you became dark and stiff.
You lay there silently, motionless. While everything in your protective shell changed around you.
But now, after weeks, perhaps even months, your body suddenly awakens.
You are alive!
But everything is so tight, you can hardly move. With great effort, you wriggle back and forth in your cocoon until finally, finally, the shell breaks. Exhausted, you pause for a moment. A brief break before you have to fight your way up from your coffin in the earth.
Maybe it took one or two hours, but you made it. In disbelief, you perceive the warmth around you, the sunbeams and plants. You climb up the very first blade of grass and look around.
You hadn’t even realized that on that evening when everything was supposed to end, you chose a spot right among the chrysanthemums and incense plants. How beautifully they smell!
You climb higher. Some relatives and acquaintances have already been active for a while, buzzing and flying around. You find a spot in the sun, and you know intuitively that you need to take a break first. So that something can unfold...
...Wings! You have gotten wings! Maybe they are colorful, maybe brown or bright yellow. Perhaps you even have fur. But all that is unimportant. Because you have survived your death and have risen stronger than ever from the depths.
With your legs, you brush off the last clumps of earth, whose scent mixes with the spring air, the chrysanthemums, and incense plants. In the distance, you also smell some lavender bushes. Probably your first destination after you can take off.
Maybe you will only live a few more days, maybe even a few weeks. But that is also unimportant, because truly lived, this can become a beautiful eternity.
Once more, you take in the air that is filled with so much nostalgia for your old self and so much happiness for your new life, and let the wind carry you into the future.
But you are not dead. You just don’t know it yet.
One evening, when your time was ripe, you followed your instinct and went into the earth. With the thought that it was all over. One last time you shed your skin and suddenly everything around you became dark and stiff.
You lay there silently, motionless. While everything in your protective shell changed around you.
But now, after weeks, perhaps even months, your body suddenly awakens.
You are alive!
But everything is so tight, you can hardly move. With great effort, you wriggle back and forth in your cocoon until finally, finally, the shell breaks. Exhausted, you pause for a moment. A brief break before you have to fight your way up from your coffin in the earth.
Maybe it took one or two hours, but you made it. In disbelief, you perceive the warmth around you, the sunbeams and plants. You climb up the very first blade of grass and look around.
You hadn’t even realized that on that evening when everything was supposed to end, you chose a spot right among the chrysanthemums and incense plants. How beautifully they smell!
You climb higher. Some relatives and acquaintances have already been active for a while, buzzing and flying around. You find a spot in the sun, and you know intuitively that you need to take a break first. So that something can unfold...
...Wings! You have gotten wings! Maybe they are colorful, maybe brown or bright yellow. Perhaps you even have fur. But all that is unimportant. Because you have survived your death and have risen stronger than ever from the depths.
With your legs, you brush off the last clumps of earth, whose scent mixes with the spring air, the chrysanthemums, and incense plants. In the distance, you also smell some lavender bushes. Probably your first destination after you can take off.
Maybe you will only live a few more days, maybe even a few weeks. But that is also unimportant, because truly lived, this can become a beautiful eternity.
Once more, you take in the air that is filled with so much nostalgia for your old self and so much happiness for your new life, and let the wind carry you into the future.
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And I've always perceived violets as well.
The scent fits perfectly!