Description
I pass through the tunnel of time, somewhere far away in our valley with poplars in the wind that brings the smell of spring and today I present to you a new perfume, which takes you through the smoke of burnt fields and lots of greenery. My palms are cracked from working in the fields in the ancestral glia, and the sun is reflected like a mirror in the hoe I carry on my shoulder…
These are my memories from another world.
