Meraviglie Cremisi
She perceived once again the round, sweet and persistent perfume of the cherries.
Suddenly, the heavy crimson drapery crawled on the stage, marked by the passage of the endlessly crossing stories.
Soft and slow, the curtain closed while everybody was clapping: the show was over, but the magic of that moment was meant to last.
Meraviglie Cremisi
She perceived once again the round, sweet and persistent perfume of the cherries.
Suddenly, the heavy crimson drapery crawled on the stage, marked by the passage of the endlessly crossing stories.
Soft and slow, the curtain closed while everybody was clapping: the show was over, but the magic of that moment was meant to last.
Flavours
The captivating and persistent taste of cherries, enhanced by the deep aroma of coffee, turns into a real sensory experience with warm colours.
Thoughts
The spring night is over. Dawn rises on the cherry trees.
(Matsuo Basho)
Meraviglie Cremisi
Plenty of enraptured eyes filled the darkness of the hall, silently contemplating the show.
Out of them all, two shone with incredible joy and emotion: in that fleeting scene, she saw and unexpectedly recognised herself. She pictured the girl she was many years before, barefoot in the cool lawn of her garden, carelessly biting two cherries.
She had used them to adorn her lobes up to that precise moment.
During her carefree childhood, she had so often imagined the most shining jewels in those precious fruits. She thought about the little fingers she used to have back then, coloured by the taste she loved so much, like paint brushes with which she would have painted her world.
She perceived once again their round, sweet and persistent perfume.
Suddenly, the heavy crimson drapery crawled on the stage, marked by the passage of the endlessly crossing stories. Soft and slow, the curtain fell and everybody clapped: the show was over, but the magic of that moment was meant to last.
Flavours
The captivating and persistent taste of cherries, enhanced by the deep aroma of coffee, turns into a real sensory experience with warm colours.
Thoughts
The spring night is over. Dawn rises on the cherry trees.
(Matsuo Basho)
Meraviglie Cremisi
Plenty of enraptured eyes filled the darkness of the hall, silently contemplating the show.
Out of them all, two shone with incredible joy and emotion: in that fleeting scene, she saw and unexpectedly recognised herself. She pictured the girl she was many years before, barefoot in the cool lawn of her garden, carelessly biting two cherries.
She had used them to adorn her lobes up to that precise moment.
During her carefree childhood, she had so often imagined the most shining jewels in those precious fruits. She thought about the little fingers she used to have back then, coloured by the taste she loved so much, like paint brushes with which she would have painted her world.
She perceived once again their round, sweet and persistent perfume.
Suddenly, the heavy crimson drapery crawled on the stage, marked by the passage of the endlessly crossing stories. Soft and slow, the curtain fell and everybody clapped: the show was over, but the magic of that moment was meant to last.
Flavours
The captivating and persistent taste of cherries, enhanced by the deep aroma of coffee, turns into a real sensory experience with warm colours.
Thoughts
The spring night is over. Dawn rises on the cherry trees.
(Matsuo Basho)
