“APPLES SCENT, You arrive in the basement. Immediatly it catches you. Apples are here, lying on fruit trays, turned crates. You didn't… — Philippe DELERM Poetic-prose Copy Share Image
“It could snow We don’t take care. The end of November came without coldness, with haunting and limp rains, pretty much leaves… — Philippe Delerm Winter Copy Share Image
“About sexuality of English mice. A warm perfume is growing little by little in the room. An orchard scent, a caramelized sugar… — Philippe DELERM Cold wind Copy Share Image
