Smells reminiscent of moments
Memories of which I feel the scent
Stunning aromas
A sweet scent can become bitter, remembrance
Flashback, smell of greenery
First feeling of freedom, a little clean air
From Chisopani to Nagarko I walk along two paths
Besides the group during the trek
Alone, by myself, in Jardin Catherine-Laboure
Perfumes that retrieve memories
Joys and sorrows, tears and smiles
Buried in a memory that only needs to be opened
It smells like my childhood when I pass and distance the trees piled over the hills