Saturday, April 29, 2006

coffee no. 72

I was walking down the empty street, so willy-nilly I looked at the man going in the opposite direction. He was in his early thirties, bald and very muscular. Dressed in a tracksuit and with a big bag, he was presumably coming back from the gym. It was a kind of a "tough guy" - strong and maybe even dangerous.
When I passed him, I could smell the scent of roses, and the fragrance certainly came from that man. It was not a scent of cheap perfume or soap, but the REAL scent of roses. Like this one that you can smell with your nose inside the flower's bud.
I stood paralyzed with wonder, breathing the heavenly aroma in, and thinking, who on earth was the "Strongman". An ordinary man or maybe SOMEBODY MORE in disguise?...

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

coffee no. 71

"I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known".

Walt Disney

Saturday, April 08, 2006

coffee no. 70

Some days ago a friend of mine asked me to recommend him a wonderful novel. There was a lot of titles in my mind but eventually I told him to read PERFUME by Patrick Suskind. He borrowed it from the library and start reading. Today he asked me for a meeting, and when we were sitting in a cafe, he suddenly took the book out, opened it and put on the table. To my surprise, in the middle of a page there was a red lipstick mark. I at once imagined a woman, spontaneously kissing the book, simply because she was delighted by it. And I smiled, thinking that there was so many books, paintings and other pieces of art I wanted to kiss.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

coffee no. 69

The longer I live, the more people I miss...

They live in books, songs, cafes and buildings. In scents, dishes and films. In clothes and pictures. In flowers.
But sometimes it's not enough.