Smell of flowers, those that fill my hair, sweet fragrance of beautiful memories. Smell of feelings that the wind brings, awaken my senses to kisses and caresses. Embrace time and think that it stops. In those moments where we were happy. Our bare feet wet from the grass. That smell of childhood between us, that of wet earth. The smell of firewood coffee and bread, laughter and noise joy and complicity. Nothing is lost. Nothing was left behind. While it is saved in my memory.