On your way of travel,
let yourself feel the vibration of scent.

It is not only your feet that can lead you,
but also your whole body and soul.

Sometimes,
when you lose yourself,
you may discover the present
that the world has prepared for you.

And maybe,
you will find out a piece of the puzzle
that you have been seeking.

he leaves his vapour trail
like an aircraft
across the sky
musky eau de cologne
the one from the bathroom cabinet
dad never used to wear
a memory or somewhere close
mixed with tobacco smoke
ingrained in clothing
from the old days
before the demon
was banished to car parks
and outside office buildings
in the rain
then he is gone
an unresolved mystery
in an otherwise ordinary
afternoon

It smells so sweet
Just like a treat
Of cinnamon and vanilla
Gingerbread and camilla
Oranges and pine
Walnuts and lime
And don't forget the thyme
There's a bit of mint
Inside a pint
Rosemary, sage and lavender
Combined in a suspender
And just a breeze
Of anise
Some cloves and nutmeg
And last but not least
Of course, chocolate!

I'll never be that pretty flower,
        you wanted to smell.

Thinking that beauty is only
      the scent...

I litter the room, with petals,
     never picking up after myself.

Not everything i say is roses,
       sometimes I be a thorn
                             in your side.

But you stood next to me,
             Never ever once

trying to water me compliments.

You said I was pretty, I let you
           get away with that one..

Try to sniff me again,
               I'll break your jaw...

Something is happening
The blossoms are opening
The spring is attending
The night is vanishing

Why?
Something is happening
The scent is flying
The flies are dancing
The melody is playing
The world is amazing

Why?
They are asking
Why is the night vanishing?
Why is the moon appearing?
In complete imagining

The world is decorating
The colors are shining
The green is covering
The fresh is touching
The roses are coloring
The word is calming

When your rosy cheeks
Are appeared for watching
Who?
Only my eyes

my love carries
the scent of vanilla perfume.
it drifts through me,
then dances with the wind
until it finally reaches him,
the man a thousand miles away,
and brings us closer together.