Reek of parfume

Reek of parfume in old faded room, as an memory of old times. With only two people in it, they are here together, with only one each other. Hiding from the world. Their own seems to be crumbling. They try to survive covered by the shade of old times, in an old city, with it´s old glory that´s long forgotten. Only buildings and trees remember those days.
That´s where they are hiding, in ...
"If you try, you can still hear laughter" she said "Laughter, music, people chatting". Walls still remember, places are marked by things that happened there. And so he started listening, "Yes I can hear it, but it´s covered by so much sadness". "Everything's covered by sadness here". 
Yet still, visions of old times came to life, people from decades ago were laughing, dancing, talking to each other. Only for the eyes of two people long lost in their dreams. 

Nostalgic dreamers

    

   

And then I looked at her and realized that I´m looking at the most beautiful piece of art I have ever seen. She was so atypical, so beautiful, so original so charming. With all of those small imperfections that she was ashamed of, that just make her more special.

And then words Monet once said started making sense, "People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it's simply necessary to love."