Your ignorance is my perfume 
is a book of ... girls and girls, yes, to a race of girls who were born in the sixties. It is a book for women who have lived on the borderline between two different eras, girls receive an education that later had to unlearn, because we are not prepared at all for what we expected.
Growing up is not easy look for a place in the sun either. It is still less easy if you're a woman. Nor was it before or it is too far, even though some things have changed.
The story tells of Anna Llauradó is a tribute to a type of women I know well. It is a tribute to courage. It is a tribute to sensuality, beyond the strictly sexual. It is a tribute to life. But above all is a tribute to love.
One woman, whose name was not revealed in the novel, describes her life while, from his memories, explains the story of his aunt, Irene, who has always felt an affinity.
The protagonist starts talking about their feelings and break huge he had to give his life when his frenetic pace led to panic attacks. A pool from which would gradually more successful and wise.
But behind the veil of his own story, told in first person, we will presenting through his memories of his childhood ghosts that would eventually leading to anxiety. Ghosts that are on par with the close relationship that his aunt, Irene, had with Roberto, an Italian man of Japanese origin.
Irene's story is a love story, of course, but in transit to its self-discovery, to discovery of the other. From the hand of Roberto Irene go into the labyrinth of sensuality perfume made sense and the desire to almost perfect lover.
dare not stand up to a way of life and a closed society, and ended up marrying the "right man" according to social standards.
resigned itself or what is the same, gave up the chance to be happy. He slept his senses, he pretended to forget the perfumes and lived dormant.
Until one day ... woke up again to the world and the possibility to live, to live, the world and life itself.
... although the struggle between desire and fear has been a standard pattern in my life. And in Aunt Agnes too.
All this is nonsense, say at home. But now, face the possibility of folly, not feared and is a good start. Daring is the word: from fear, desire and daring.
Through his niece Irene and I was immersed in a journey from the inside out. A trip to the odors of the consciousness of time past, the present moment.
say that smell is one of the ways we have more in tune with the rest of nonhuman animals. A sense that has a strong evocative power of memory. Who has not remembered by a smell, a feeling, a moment, a story? My own memories of she has a strong power olfactory: the smell of freshly
croissant at the bakery near the school, every evening. The smell of lemon cologne that permeated my first classes, which led me to the first written words, learned from that teacher Franco ... Smell of Christmas tree every December, the smell of orange mixed with cold smell of salt during the summer, mixed with meringue perfume, the smell of jasmine in a remote village in Almeria ...
This narrative has a powerful compomente nose. Each scent brings back a memory, evoking an event, an idea. The delicacy of the perfume creates the right atmosphere at each point in the story, as I believe in every moment of our lives.
But back to the story that weaves ...
Anna Irene and Roberto's is a love story. With capital letters, tinged perfume, poetry, innocent sensuality and perverse at the same time. Roberto has Japanese ancestry, it is entirely Latino however, I sense that Mediterranean, by the way they live, suffer and deny itself. Roberto will show, the way Italian and Japanese (not Chinese), which is patience, will discuss the value of the moment. Be delivered to each other, really, to fund themselves.
Meet Roberto was entering the house tea.
"When you want to run, stand, he said, hours after they met.
In the world of haste and speed we all know, that phrase is a brutal clash with another reality that we have been buried under all responsibilities, duties, quotas and goals. Where we have the time to live? Where cornered the time to contemplate what moves? Where, at what point the way we ignore the love? We have made all material on one side, and we head into madness.
Roberto Days after you explain to Agnes that the tea ceremony, the secret is revealed if are. Present. You take the cup ...
The view ... feel it ... You find out really
how ...
know her.
Yes, you know the cup.
going to drink from it ... So you deal with it ...
And suddenly, a simple cup of tea becomes.
"I" transformed.
exist.
Not a second of your life is wasted.
is to bring life to the fullest expression. A challenge that sometimes, miraculously, they manage two souls at once. It is not easy. Not likely. But it is not impossible. Roberto
shows, wanting and not wanting, the dimension unknown verb and desire. It is not voluntary. A very strong bond, inexplicable, is created between them, nothing more known. Irene, inexperienced, has a very powerful revelation that is hardly able to explain:
... and she loved the poetry ... I also needed the words. Not only to write poetry, but to break the silence with Roberto, he was afraid. In fact, he feared the desire that had begun to manifest, naked, straight, when there were no words between them. So I began to ask, to be interested, with some sincerity, but, above all, urgent need.
"The Truth has no more than one way. "is a phrase we have all listened to our fill. The truth is that no one truth, there are many, as roads are opened to the earth we walk on. The road is fraught with pitfalls , of illusions, ghosts and treacherous roads. Fear can we sometimes risk paths less traveled is dangerous. So many of us wrong, we choose the one that seems more secure, which is not necessarily the best.
Irene was afraid
and did not dare. Roberto got to his feet the evidence of their error, wrapped in a moment ...
sweeping
He then knelt before the woman about to lose forever, gently lifted her dress, slid her stockings to her ankles, then undressed her sex and, in utter desperation, sank her lips on the flower, whose fragrance would be stored in your memory forever. That was the most devastating kiss that Agnes would never meet, and he was about to drop everything and ... lost track of herself, like the first time at the beach, and reunited in the arms of Robert, at the last moment, turned to her, once again, the last and, with that glint East, hoping she dared ... But Agnes could not and he embraced her with all his being to confess, to whisper, to immortalize her desire and the voice of his soul, saying: "Your sex
be my perfume. Always. Although we never meet again ...
---------- Have I revealed the end of the story? Not by a long shot. You have to read all that is left for its simple syntax and uncomplicated. Anna knows how to transmit without much adornment that tells us. Can give the right tone to the word. Throughout the book happen memories, aromas and everyday we all know that, sure, evoke memories of their own; there pinceldas tenderness and some irony in the story. The taste for poetry, haikus
games, the eternal value of the present moment are combined with a history End pleasant surprise, or not because ... until when we do not dare to be ourselves? Will we be forever incarcerated in prison than is desirable or open the windows, we let in fresh air and live life once and we want? -----------
input texts in italics are quotes from the first edition of this novel, published by Ediciones the platform, in October 2007. Anna
Llauradó
Your sex is my perfume. -------------------- イスマエル の
