I am the rose of Maghreb
that feel the loneliness of a desert
but you,
my dearest Tauer
found me there
captured my fragrant soul
evoked my dreams of gold
touched my precious petals
and I bloomed, now and always
no more loneliness
you made me a princess
loved, desired
filled by happiness
now and ever
my princess soul
is
light and night
sun and moon
sandy and airy
my smell reigns
I am the rose
of
your désert marocain
(by Cris Rosa Negra, Fragrance Writer from Brazil)
that feel the loneliness of a desert
but you,
my dearest Tauer
found me there
captured my fragrant soul
evoked my dreams of gold
touched my precious petals
and I bloomed, now and always
no more loneliness
you made me a princess
loved, desired
filled by happiness
now and ever
my princess soul
is
light and night
sun and moon
sandy and airy
my smell reigns
I am the rose
of
your désert marocain
(by Cris Rosa Negra, Fragrance Writer from Brazil)
(Dear Andy Tauer, thanks for creating L'air du désert marocain, the scent of the desire
Je l´aime et je l´aimerais, toujours" , your admirer Cris Rosa Negra)
Foto: Paiting Clair de Lune, painter Etienne Dinet, that lived in Argelia, one of the countries covered by Maghreb Fonte: http://algeriedelice.skyrock.com/
Je l´aime et je l´aimerais, toujours" , your admirer Cris Rosa Negra)
Foto: Paiting Clair de Lune, painter Etienne Dinet, that lived in Argelia, one of the countries covered by Maghreb Fonte: http://algeriedelice.skyrock.com/
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