L' HEURE BLUE a poem by me..

Very nice poem indeed.

Thank you for sharing your poem, Pablo. It is really beautiful, and it made me feel your sadness.

Beautiful... and very much capturing the melancholy of the perfume itself.

Very nice, thanks for sharing it with us!

We need more poems about fragrances, donchall think?

OT: Many people who are not born speaking English can express themselves beautifully when it comes to our passion!

Pablo,

A beautiful poem conjured by the olfactory sense bringing home to the heart that so many coveted things are elusive.

Dear Pablo,

It is really wonderful to see how one art can inform and inspire another. Thank you for sharing something close to you.
J.

I'm starting to like L'heure Bleue.

weird for me!!! I'm still not decided about it though... not really sure if I can wear it or not, but I've grown some simpathy for it.

But it makes me think of something fulfilled, not a fantasy. Something close to me. Not the "being inlove with love and fantasies", but having love, living romatic times, while remembering other romantic times together.

In my country they call this teenage dream for love, desire and fantasy... "flyer"... Young girl grows up, and needs the love of a boy. And she dreams about being inlove, and builds an image about it, and starts missing him, starts being restless and not sleeping well at night (older women say, metaforicaly, "a flyer visist her"), she's dreamy and a bit absent during the day, dreaming of this love, this ideea of love, this "flyer" that lives in her dreams, visits her at night, and that makes her pale and hurts her... She tries to pray to God, to untie her of this bad spell, tries medical remedies, but nothing cures her, and she keeps on waiting for her flyer, in her dreams, her thoughts, and in her every sleepless night. And so, her life becomes what appears to be a continius restless wait, and sees signs in movements of nature- the wind that caresses her hair,and her breasts, the stars that give her hope,feed her illusions to keep on waiting for something that doesn;t exist. She feels bad and looses weight, like she's ill...
Well, the rest of the mith says the flyer is actually a dragon, and that the devil makes young women feel like that before starting their relation with a boy...It's still a nostalgic and innocent state, anyway... Your poem made me remember this myth. Maybe other countries have it too, sounds like a popular myth.