Estefania

....with your penchant for the eternal.
Come tell.....du , vintage 66 , the best rock bar in the country.
Once "beyond ". Later "rock music Hamlar".
Directly at the train station Hamlar, a tiny Kaff, a residential building with pub, old sofas on the walls, otherwise only darkness.
Yes, that's right, on entering the smell of tobacco, of grass, of everything that was forbidden
was and I think still is......and sandalwood, a little, maybe still a little stale, of alcohol, in any form, of death, of life,....
after everything.....
First kisses,..... sweaty Fruit of the Loom T-shirt...
Long hair, very long hair....
on the walls big paintings of Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix....
that glow in the dark.
a tea room upstairs. for those who wanted to talk, about the meaning of life perhaps....
so not for you......
you just always wanted that loud rock music, dancing to it,
...until your mind goes blank.
to feel what life is...
i don't know anything about love. Not even today.
You always....
with your old pain....
and your unconditional
Lust for life...
Many from that time
Are long dead...
and always your patchouli.....
that can't be broken down, the viscous oil in the little
Bottle just as little,
as this.
You always....
Come sit with me for a beer
and tell me what.....

thanks for reading.

I know neither the opera of the same name, nor its content. The enchanting perfume all the better. Rather, it prompts me to give today times my thoughts on this rather inconspicuous and little noticed fragrance to the best.
I am currently in the process of extremely reduce my collection, what is not worn regularly, goes.
Tosca I had not put on for a long time, I dug it out.
It's an unexciting and simple bottle in the old version, which I've had for what feels like ages.
As is my way of describing fragrances without breaking them down...
My workday becomes a stage, the curtain rises, I play the lead,
the lighting is perfect, the dress fits like a glove, make-up and hairstyle
It's the best, it's the best.
The orchestra kicks in, a symphony of the finest flowers, aromas and elegance.
Nothing disturbs, nothing is too much or too little, powder and pollen, vanilla and violet, a little forest , a charming veil. Not screaming or intrusive.

I forgot I was wearing work pants and safety shoes, my hair hastily pinned together, and it's 6 a.m.
On any given day with Tosca, my life is an opera.
A dream.

Actually, it was a day like any other day.
Always in the morning, before I leave the house, I abandon myself to the feeling of being attracted by a fragrance.
Something drew me to the box with the samples and bottlings, here begins the story of this day in November.
When I tested it for the first time a long time ago, I can still remember too well, The dark side really scared me. Its durability is enormous, I couldn't get rid of it for a long time
We want to do a bigger hike, before we are still almost an hour by car. I realize that today's scent will have me in its clutches all day. Nevertheless the bottle with the brown liquid attracts me magically. A small sprayer
It's cold outside and the fog devours all colour and sound.
The book of my life
Darkness and glistening sunny days
a cape of security
Balsam for wounds that do not heal
Chirping of crickets in midsummer
the embers of the fire in the evening
A melody a rhythm
of becoming and offence
How does anyone know
That I feel exactly the same way...
That everything belongs together
That everything is right
As it is
That you bring out my best sides
And my worst
That I have to surrender to you...
That you are idolatrously beautiful
That
I will love you to death

Many years, almost decades ago, I fell in love with Angel. Almost everyone knows him, adored as much by many as hated him
A very painful game of fate at that time led to the fact that the angel had to disappear from my life, since I would have associated everything that had to do with it with him.
The years flowed by, the river of life, the little boat with a red sail, all longing to forget and forgive.
I never go into the scent pyramid here, many people can read here.
What is actually wants to say:
Because my angel is always with me, I also had to step back to the abyss,
to the edge, looking down, my legs tremble, my mouth becomes dry, my sweat breaks out, my hair stands on end...
At the drugstore, I'll give it a shot...
Angel's Dupe...
He takes me by the hand, the little...
Come with me, I'll show you a garden, you'll be safe here

And I'm always with you

Remark: The current Angel has nothing in common with the old one anymore.
Yesterday bought at M silver earrings with imitation pearls.
They're prettier than my real ones

Come to me
I know what you need
What you long for
What you are missing
What you always lacked
I know your dreams
I'm in your dreams
I know your depths
Your animals
The tamed
The untamed
Your search has an end
Your vulnerable spot
Coated with balsam
With faded velvet
A silk ribbon in the colour Nude
Your hair rests on my chest
Come to me
I'm a part of you
It always has been
Even before you existed
It will be
If you have to go
The 7th sense
The skin sense
Touch me
Touch me
On that cold morning in late winter
The wind tugged at your hair
Have I been there yet
Your hand is shaking
Your heart beats up to your neck
Your steps lose their security
I know you'll be back
Over and over again
I was expecting you
Never were you more beautiful
You're mine

Can. The fire was already on