Once upon a time, there was a flower called, the Rose and a child named Dolce & Gabbana. One day whereas he was walking in his garden dotted with thousands of flowers of all colors, with a thousand sweet perfumes, he was attracted by one of them, a very pretty pink Rose. A Rose… a child… freshness, escape and dreams. What pleasantly distract us from a prosaic daily, whose gravity affects us always more.

A Rose of March, to keep it alife as long as possible, I put it in water and I hide it in the bottom of my desk. Every moment I contemplated … He escaped from this senacle a fragrance that was floating in my house a surprising burst of dream and desire. Continue reading →