[Blog in English] Roses in a lover’s eyes

Dreams usually come to me at night, carrying strange narratives. Barely had I remembered a dream I dreamt. But I did dream in colors. And more importantly, I dreamt in smells. For these years, I have been obsessed with roses. A rose is a rose is not a rose - they said. A rose is a poem. A melancholy. An ultimate joy. Or sometimes, a pain. A rose slowly [...]