One of the phrases from the film "Perfume: The Story of a Murderer" , says, "The soul of beings is contained in their smell." and nothing can 'better to understand the essence of the desperation of the young Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, who lives on the purpose of being able to hold intact the smell of a woman who haunts him so much. When a body dies the soul and the spirit disappears, on the contrary, the scent remains, as well as trapped between our clothes, the impregnated fabric of our being is so 'precious, but slowly fades away, a scent but is the best way to maintain such a smell, but it remains a tricky chance to hear this ecstasy on the skin.
One of the most beautiful and moving I've ever heard, that's what made Coco Chanel when she learned of the death of the man she loved, wanted to immediately go to the place where he died (car accident) he wanted to get in 'car still smoking and stained with blood, and breathe the smell of death, but that is what his love had felt in those last moments, said later that he wanted to hear those corresponding to repeat what smells' that he had heard, was a last goodbye, one making love one last time with him.
The happiness you can 'join in that moment of sadness? I think so, I wish I could live without the knowledge of the moment will end, and if I do not think the end comes the same, but if you live and why I still hope that one day we will be stuck between my toes-networks, and he will not even run, because eventually you will realize that you are not so 'bad about me, and the pain will always live on the lines of life, but the pain is life in a way, how it feels to see his wounded body and not feel anything? I would like to know, or maybe I already knew, but who it belongs to our identity-right to life? not to us, we do not have enough, others are there suffice, only that there are, therefore, would always go easy with the perfume of those who love us? probably, but certainly not as good as the person himself.
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