Argentique

… She enters the room where they had an appointment. Ten long years have passed.
“I left Paris for you, I give you a few minutes, I order, I drink and I leave …” she thought,
“A Boulevardier”. “Prohibition does nothing but increase the desire for what must not be done” he said every time he ordered his cocktail. The sweet aroma of vermouth mixes with the wet scent of its lips, essence of rose and iris. How to forget them?
“It’s beautiful now and always,” he thinks. “I wanted to give you this”. “C’est moi …”
A black and white photo. He had found the film in an old camera.
“It’s beautiful now and always”. He kept thinking … In the air the musc blanc is released intensely.
It is still the scent of his velvety skin, which he would like to rediscover again and again …
The amber, sumptuous and cutting, subtly substitutes itself in their exchange of looks that leaves no room
imagination. Only what is known is recognized. Argentique, after all who will know?