[spoken text] ["Capture the aroma of the secret that we hide and dislike Peppermint in her hair Create the music of a fragrance That lingers... long after we hear it The smell of a cellar, of burning grass Wet leather, rain, wind Lemon verbena, fresh and clean, and Magnolia in Southern shade Belladonna's sweetness, Black pepper burns Vanilla orchid, amber resin, A warm, spicy, musty breath As if someone were sleeping here The scent of old cold tobacco Of a forgotten leather glove, perhaps yours The studio smells of wax, wine It smells of storm and green fire Lilac rotting under the dust Fragments of flowers, trembling incense And under the tablecloth... the hot tar of time It smells of night and stagnant water Black rose, singing frost In an old book, between two pages where sleeps an ageless childhood Fresh rain on earth when daylight grieves, Honeysuckle climbing garden walls It takes salt, rust, wine Sighs mixed with cloves Crumpled mint on her bare skin A red scent, almost alive Sweet cinnamon, burning sugar"]
