Zerkalo

Oh rose, irreversible, irreplaceable rose, lifted in the salty, crystalline ocean breeze that drives in the wind. I am you and we are all.

Smoke bears no irreconcilable contradictions. It lingers high in the air - like a revelation - to prove all existence is finitude.

Lovers entranced in an ever-enveloping and seductive spicy, animalic symphony of perfect movements. A classically modern masterpiece!

"Je t’adore à l’égal de la voûte nocturne,
Ô vase de tristesse, ô grande taciturne,
Et t’aime d’autant plus, belle, que tu me fuis..." - C.B

A green, woody, earthy chypre embraced by a synergy of flowers. It's like a stroll in the forest of your childhood on an autumn sunny day.