Little Song

“Little Song tells the metamorphosis of time, which relentlessly passes through our lives. A perfume that tells of my solitude and my intimate sensation of time flowing and changing things. Little Song speaks to the past. How can one tell the passing of time? How can one find the scent of metamorphosis? In the initial vibration of its citrus and spicy notes, I hear hope. Little Song is a little song repeated endlessly, it is a cup of coffee left alone on the table of my studio, its bottom fragrance- intense, aromatic- from there, I began to remember.

Little Song is a bouquet of roses held in the hand. I searched for depth in the Rose, I searched in it for the poetry of its petals, slowly drying, a deep and dusty feeling. Little Song is a daily ritual: the cigarette now consumed between the fingers, the piercing Tobacco carries the gaze far away, the pages of Kafka repeated by heart. A scent of earth and smoke, of roots and resins. Even time has its own perfume. I continue to write this little song endlessly, like a lullaby. Little Song is a narrow space, a deep bond with life, with the past. A perfume that shakes the heart, that reaches the depths of the human soul.”