ADAME GHIACCIO 50ML EXTRAIT DE PARFUM SPRAY

ICE

What do you imagine when you read it? Ice.

Transparent, fragile, temporary.

A bit like some human emotions.

During the spring, I always visited a small spring that was hidden in the most remote woods.

For me it was a magical place. I always managed to find happiness.

I was free in winter, and I had to go to that safe place,

which had now become home.

When I got there, in my naivety, I found myself in front of a completely frozen waterfall.

No more flowing. No more rustling.

He was all still.

The ice had taken care of Nature, stabilizing it completely within itself,

protecting it.

I felt something in the air, a cloud, imperceptible to the naked eye.

A cold, icy cloud.

An air that could make you touch the ice, albeit distant.

Inside various mosses, various algae, mineral residues.

It was incredible how something so still, motionless,

I was able to change the perception of everything around me.

It was temporary, shortly thereafter the motion of nature would return.

The rustle that I loved so much.

The lungs at that moment were open, the mind was open.

I could hear myself. I could breathe.

FIRM.

HOUR.

ICE.