ATARAXIA PERFUME AMAREZZO JAZZ 50ML EXTRAIT DE PARFUM SPRAY

I remember walking past a bar and he said, "This is where he's going to be waiting for you." The jazz music faded as the candlelight burned my skin. I could feel him looking at me. That tore my flesh and peered into my depths.

-What do you mean?

I mean, it's understandable that a 7-year-old doesn't appreciate dark corridors and sleeping in the room where his grandmother died just a year earlier. But I have always had a crazy fear of the devil, even at home. Really, a terrible fear. And the fact that he instilled in me the idea that love, girls, friends, parties, and even the simplest pleasures like candy and chocolate were there to poison me with sin and condemn me to an eternity in a hell of fire and lava certainly didn't help. It seems so strange to me now, because I vividly remember everything about the smell of the room I slept in that night. It was so wet and sad. You could smell the smell of old age, the smell of a fleeting life. Slowly. Honestly, I still hate falling asleep at night. I just try. Rationally I know that nothing will happen. Nothing has happened in the last 24 years, so why should anything change tonight? Yes, sorry, what did you ask me?

- Interesting. I wanted to ask you what you mean by "something that looks inside you"? In a metaphorical sense, or was it really an entity? I know that nothing has emerged in the scale I have indicated.

- Ah, you know I have a deep resentment for spirituality and I don't see ghosts and things like that... I don't believe in the intangible, but damn, being near that place I swear I felt the devil staring at me. Just the real one, with horns and all. And I had a lot of panic attacks when I was, let's say, 9 years old, thinking about death. It was the only thing I could think about. They lasted years. When I was 21 years old I had a panic attack so terrible that I couldn't leave the house for 2 months and I was afraid even to stay at home alone. Sad times.

- It seems to me that what you said may be the root of the problem. Or at least, a big part of it.

- Yes. Anyway, after so many years of fear, when I came home from university, I thought I might as well go and drink an Amaretto Sour with Mister Devil and finally enjoy life. I couldn't take it anymore. It's funny how, escaping all his life from this hypothetical hell, he eventually turned it into hell. Macaroon has become my favorite drink, which is pretty weird. I love almonds, I even have them tattooed. Yet I continue to have problems sleeping at night.