Little Song Parfum

Little song led me to confront my loneliness as a man. Metamorphosis goes through a state of consciousness, the human condition.

To stop is necessary, to think is fundamental to my continuing, to understand that nothingness is everything and that each fragment of this work spent with myself, tells...
Loneliness is in my life, it is a component that lives with my breath, but I have not always been able to speak to it. I have done so now, thanks to this passage, the physical change from the past, a new place where I can lock myself away, where I can hide, where I can listen to the sound of scent. The previous state of forgetfulness of oblivion has now given way to a world of memories, like a sudden landslide. I am still there, in a small room, waiting. Outside time passes, seasons pass, people pass. Umbrellas fly in the courtyard of stillness. I wrote long ago, "the metamorphosis we seek is in the path we are on. We fall, in the depths, in the darkness, in the cave of life, and from there, we smell change, our metamorphosis."

Man's personal solitude with time, with space, with the things that surround us and change.

Composition: Coffee, Rose, Tobacco