The vegetation grows,
wild it spreads
through the air,
it seeks that atmosphere
that makes it breathable.

Colors give off fragrances,
just as flowers do:
white smell of the void,
black smells of solitude,
the presence of blue
is the freedom of dreams,
red smells of passion,
of rose petals,
of inconfessable desires.

The body remembers the perfume
of the life,
and smell to paradise,
as the most secret garden.

Carmen Anzano