Let me breathe long, lengthy the scent of your hair, immerse my entire face in it, like a thirsty man in the water of a spring, and wave it with my hand like an aromatic handkerchief, to shake memories in the air.
If you may want to comprehend all that I see! everything I feel! everything I hear in your hair! My soul travels on fragrance like the souls of other tune men.
Your hair incorporates an entire dream, full of veils and masts; they comprise incredible seas whose monsoons elevate me towards charming climates, where space is bluer and deeper, where the ecosystem is perfumed by using fruits, leaves, and human skin.
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