Lisa Corva

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Just a perfume of suspended desires.

Friday, 23 November 2012 @08:25

"The perfume I dream of should smell of old books, of my grandmother’s wax floor polish, of rainy afternoons, sexy lingerie and suspended desires… And apple pie".

The perfume of suspended desires, of deferred desires, desires left hanging: only imagined, in my new book, will become a real perfume tonight, in Firenze, in Aquaflor’s perfume shop. How magic.

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Lisa Corva

Yes, I write. Yes, I believe in the magic of words. That’s why you’ll find me here, every Friday: Lisa “globish”!

I believe in the magic of words, and I believe Piazza Unità in Trieste, where I was born, is the most romantic square in the world. (And yes, it’s in Italy, proudly facing the sea). I love roses in every form. And, of course, I do love my blog, expecially now that I can carry it around on my iPhone.