Buio

From Meo FusciuniIt is night, it is dark, and our mind goes among wandering thoughts.Buio tells of the moments when we search ourselves for a light.Buio is a place, where we live our feeling.Buio is the time of insomnia, in which giant monsters will discover themselves in the light of day small beings.Buio is a hope, mine, to let the darkness leave me.It is night, it is dark, as far as I can see. There were days when my thoughts were everywhere, rotating slowly in my head only to be stolen by time and fall captive to the happenings. The first accord born in this perfume was between Cade oil, Carrot seeds, a smoky Incense, Cashmeran and Suederal. There was born the courage to change the course of my thoughts, their existence, my life. In those days when this perfume was born I was reading books on Shinto and listening to Nils Frahm. I weighed each raw material as if they were necessary and fundamental words, as when you are looking for the right words to tell something important about y