This morning I woke up in the air and there was still the smell of my mother seemed more at home because of the fragrance that hovered ... her perfume has always been one of the features of my childhood ... I felt his presence everywhere because of those wonderful smells ... change often and were loved one is the best and then on his skin were not only the fragrance, were something more, they were like wearing a dress cucitole that enhance the charm and elegance of her figure ... I I remember late at night still can hear him when he was near, then at night when sleeping pillow impregnation and I smell really good when I woke up I used to sink in my small face and I could almost hear mom there ... seemed to me that the scent would embrace in its place, it was as if the harmony of smells in the air was let herself ... when she was not there and I was afraid of something based on his pillow and his face would find the certainty of peace and stability that only she could give me, as I felt safe in her soft, fragrant hug ...
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