To be nice, it only has to the woman to have a black pullover, a black skirt and in the arm a man whom she loves.
The wind is which blends the light dresses the flapping of wings with the smells of the forest and in tremble of the flowers which carry the perfume of life.
I like that music is not deaf in the song of the wind in the lowland, or insensible to night perfumes
A perfume is a private object, it is the image of soul!
Perfumes are full of stratagems and if you treat them with negligence, they scatter your secrets in the four winds
But from the following morning, in the bang of shutters opened on gardens, in perfumes found by the sea and by pines, it realized that everything was not lost.