Symphonie Passion Extrait 100 ml

Where to the North I have known the origin of a Music.

Because only if your skin is crossed by the icy wind of this river, you can say to have played  too.

Walking inside this wind, ploughing the stones scratched by unknown sounds  and silently  gather Ourselves in a nearly impassable condition.

Improvisation is almost silent in flames, sometimes without any reasoning in the most intense truth of a language ... as the very act of improvising is evocative, without showing up the feelings

the atom, sound of love, closed to ourselves as its scent, insane wind that flows through  the mighty and uninhibited space of the art.

It is a music with a line, dressed in her true and essential values.

 

It is the rediscovered language, the plant that needs thoughts to be huge,  the speaking tree . It is the instant truth of every man.

Symphonie-Passion speaks to all times because is inherently linked to a journey,, to a staircase of stones of a bell tower that climbs circular toward an endless gallery of feelings, that poetically engrave in the wood the name of  the one who plays humble, but master that moves , surprising  and wondering , in which every man should find himself to be aware of what he really is.

The engine starts, eager to drop  the sound infused of dusty woods and  iron among the mathematical archways  of the marble, among the ears waiting for that unpredictable harmony that unleash the illusion.

This is the world of music: to get carried away by the skin, by the smile and by suffering, black tears of the infinite.

As a wood of cedar moves the bank of the fund, majestic and powerful, prickly as its leaves, musically embodies embraced to the musk and the sandalwood.

Passing the heart of Vetyver, together involved with the Cachemeran, in a combination of ancient symbolic and modern technology.

Opens and concludes the Gregorian journey of the Passion, the olfactory concert of Lemon and Peony, the union among truth and sweetness, between the rupture and the chromatic caress.

Symponie-Passion, the damp cement of the thought, deep echo among the archways that wrap, insatiable balm that screeches and welcomes The sonorous matter leavens, vision of the artefact that reassumes the depth of a handicraft melodic revolution, with the perfumed mantle of a step, gentle, aware of the revolution and   illusion, noble anarchy of the rule, elegant neglect that elevate and suffers   that in the reticulum of the musical idea it drug us in an inhuman dimension where the art is incessant, it is irreducible to the relative. The sound of the Ocean engraves in the perfume a signature, as a chisel  in the wood of a harmonic box, where the magmatic  equilibriums create streets to escape from what it is weak. And the magic of “no more looking for our own thought”  takes over, forgetting the memory, remaining in the enigmatic threshold of the annulment of Ourselves  without calling the Beauty, because it is the Beauty itself to call us.

 The enchantment  found again is perfumed now: improvisation of everything  as an inner impulse that calls, in the folly that  cries, in tears that touches,  in the shade of instinct and desires behind the puissant wind dust of desire.

 

Extrait de Parfum 100 ml