I upset the emotional body and destroy democracy. It all burns an eternal flame.
I am seduced by the Dunes that have kissed my neck and hair from morning to dawn.

Large still paintings adorning a Hamlet flash memories of women souls whose frames I see randomly walking past me. I saw one of them today of the most exquisite brown skin, she wore a stunning blush on her cheeks that touched her in the most graceful way, I could understand love when I saw her. She had an unconventional family, they were seated evoking in me the making of a puzzle whose fragments I have just discovered in a dimly lit room.
As if I had been employed by the family to study their geneology.

The Dunes that were kissing my neck were the eyes and the flesh and the landscape, the dunes elevated my mind’s perception of artistic subtleties. I want to scream. I wish to interview them, I wish to photograph them. I am alit. I become an emergency code. I turn into romanticism again, I turn to magic as I experienced it today, as I saw it being real, as I could smell it as part of a woman’s soul.

Dear readers, I wore a piece of art today which removed writer’s block completely from my evening. I was woken by an artist friend that I never knew I had. I love him as he loves me. He came knocking on my door. A traditional painter born from a most loving womb, with fairy tale like friends, embuing him of pure magic, rejecting the illusory world, a man who is only concerned about the making of magic and Love. Without these components, the soul is defunct, and the mind wants to follow it to another star.

I have given another chance. I have felt these components again, my dearest heart can breathe in.


This a diarist’s attempt at explaining the way this perfume made my day.