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The smell, which turns around ...





The smell is the same, always.
The music and thoughts have a smell, smooth the rough notes of vanilla with cinnamon;
the smell of that they are no longer but I want to be;
the smell of yellowed pages, poems and fast combinations of colors that give the illusion of serenity, a day
the smell of the sea and a biting tone, crying softly to soothe the longing of a season that never comes back;
The smell of red enamel set with care, sweat, my favorite color-green, the phone rings unexpectedly, a friend who will amaze you with a smile, listening to the tango- imagined and danced.
The smell, which revolves around ...