Your scents in my memories
You are my intense, deep, unfathomable and sibylline primeval aroma. You lie in that insightful jumble of balsams, which, with sagacity and clairvoyance, you consolidated for me before my birth. That essence of yours and yours alone, burning, penetrating and lucid, erected to receive me and shelter me, to protect me from the onslaught and aggression, which represents the shock of arriving to this convulsed world.
With your love you aromatized my cosmos, with skill aforethought and intentionality you filled all of me, my senses, with the most powerful and delicious nuances. You impregnated and imbibed all my organs and tissues, irradiating with sparkles my most sensitive fibers, making your concert of fragrances and imperishable effluvia throughout my existence.
Thus with power and speed you embalmed my olfactory memory with perennial rubrics, so that, before the ups and downs and oscillations of life, I could evoke you in your aromas, not only in your presence, but beyond, in my memories.
You consolidated for me with enchantment and sorcery, perfumes of hard work and tenacity, day by day of your existence, and you generated an arsenal of dancing aromas, in everything and in the nothingness of evanescence.
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It is your essence, capable of stimulating and unearthing the most ancient and archaic aromas, the most recondite and hidden, kidnapping with them the feelings that accompany them. It is to wander in the inscrutable depths, of ballads of delicious harmonies, in sublime fragrances.
To feel you through your aromas is not a difficult task. I find you in the scenes we lived together, in the places we walked together, there you are in my thoughts, as gusts and gales blow and blow my memories, and there again are the fragrances that taste and smell like you.
I dig and smell the afternoons of gardenia perfumes, roses, and lavender, us sharing happily in your garden. I smell you in the heated laughter that gave us complicity, in that particular instinct that needed no words. I smell you in the sweetness and tenderness of your hugs, impregnated with the scent of the summer breeze, in the kindness of the morning and evening.
With you, insignificance always acquired value, it was your attribute, the one that projected and emerged from your heart. The essence of wisdom, patience, and great sensitivity, a love perfumed with nobility, devotion, and probity.
With your affection, you impregnated me with dreamlike and subtle aromas, the whispers and the silence, in a gallery of colors with no-nonsense, with tangible and truthful traces.
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Here I am, soaked in your aromas between strokes symbolizing my memories in letters. Irreverent and insolent diverse fragrances emerge, all claiming ownership, legitimacy, and protagonist space.
The effluvium of your body odor arises in the assault, that is so much yours, so unique and particular, so exclusive and exquisite for me. Yes, the one that welcomed me to this existence and despite my short sight, allowed me to crawl, to reach your chest and thus recognize you by instinct, finding calm and security in your lap.
You are always in my connections, with unmistakable memories, in the smells of daily life in the family home, and fragrances that bring me nostalgically back to the past. Aromas emerge, like the gratifying smell of old books inherited and preserved with suspicion.
It is impossible to leave aside the kitchen supported by its culinary fragrances, scented with freshly baked bread, with hot coffee. What to say about the Christmas season, the aromas of the manger figures, moss, and fabrics soaked in starch paint, unforgettable fragrances that permeate my senses and emotionality.
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You always invigorated my landscapes and paths with your scents, with your mixture you perfumed the experiences and journeys, giving enchantment to existence, to fill me and strengthen me, you gave me identity. Thanks to this I survive, in the unusual moments, those where there is an imbalance, by the irruption of odors and stenches, which accompany sadness and grief.
You are in my memories, as an ever-living essence, you are that privileged, indelible, and indestructible imprint of my memories and recollections. In my evocations I recreate you, you are the aroma of tranquility and warmth, of refuge and shelter, of peace and sociego. You smell of perseverance and courage, you smell of treasure, my eternal treasure. Your scents, in my memories, shelter me and wrap me, you are here, you are in me.
For you mom, I miss you...
