Crossing of April we arriving in month of May. 

We have a sign strong; bull and the spring’s sensibility. 

A month for lovers, a month of colors, a month of Madonna ; fruits, trees, flowers, birds…

Hear, look!

Strawberries ?

Cherry? 

Apricots?

Peaches?

Pears?

Watermelon?

Lemons?

Grapefruit?

Parsley?

Basil?

Rosmarinus? 

Rose?

Are for you.

The generosity in tastes, perfumes, not missing; to ask the love, for you, for others. 

Being good of heart is the purity of soul, the rose changes the colors, perfumes, the happy exists. 

With every year for felling the fragrance , to wait the month of May, the perfumes that birthing with flowers, they are losing only in winter. 

The awakening is sweet looking the sun, you breath under the sea’s air , you change the shoes for go forward.

You think at an another season, the spring is yet finish, you want try out.

An another sentiment, an another wind, an another solar warm.

The charm is feels near of you, the hands searching. 

A new form; you deep breath, go forward. 

After you are only the traces, the sand you betrayed  again is cold , the sea is away. 

You refused his appeal, is feels cold, again you tremble  , looking the waves, the years keep she away. 

He go loved, she go loved , you choose the tree, plants, flowers.

The fragrance’s fruits, of plants you made sensible, know the spring; nutritious, relaxant. 

You renaissance again, a new circle of life , the body fells. 

Change the hours for lengthen the day, the time slide. 

You want remain in perfume.

Intense and sensual.