Saturday.
With Pierluigi. We went to buy Creed. There was a cologne called "Odeur di un Livre Ouvert" and I tried to remember if I'd ever met someone who had smelled like a book.
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Saturday. With Pierluigi. We went to buy Creed. There was a cologne called "Odeur di un Livre Ouvert" and I tried to remember if I'd ever met someone who had smelled like a book. |
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Afterwards we had a Campari at Piazza Santa Maria in Trastevere.Following a week's worth of anti-Berlusconi conversations, Pierluigi felt the need to sit and read IL MANIFESTO. The man sitting behind me was smoking a pipe. The smell of his tabacco was familiar. Smells leave their imprinting on our memory. Example: honeysuckle is Texas and cigars are my dad. On the necessity of daily smells. Like waking up to the smell of coffee brewing. Or when He comes home from work, having him walk into a house filled with the smell of dinner cooking. A form of seduction. see: PERFUME by Patrick Suskind. |
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