MODERATE RAIN

SPECIAL PRICE - old bottle design - same fragrance!

It is the nostalgia of finding yourself in Milan, while the footsteps on the wet street stir up emotions.

On the mountain of loneliness, a grey cloud tells me that I am in someone's hands.
And she leads me by the hand to where existences cry.
Every verse of my poems is a step next to the untouched.
And the world is lost.
I don't measure time with the falling drops, I'm just far away from life.
And I merge with the dramatic sound of emotions.
It rains on the void and the scream becomes matter, breaking the silence.
The voices fluctuate.
There is the encounter between the asphalt and his fluid steps, which draw and confirm the lonely man,
in the existential metropolises of noise. Weak.
There's the fear of a wood that floats silently, amazed by the water that deceives, breeds mold, and hinders fire. Strong.
Here is the dance in the darkness, between the clouds of solo singing that seeks to embrace eternal flesh. We are lovers, immersed in the drama of each other's salty tears, and now united by the rain that blends the scents to make them one. Intense rain.
Atmospheres of emotions.