received from Haluk Hisli <halukhisli@yahoo.com> English - translater unknown.
"How can we know whether someone is happy?"
"Well, I don't know", maybe from the sparkle in his/her eyes, from his/her joy, maybe from the inner light reflected on his/her face."
"These are true. One cannot hide happiness. It sizzles from ones inner being, enters some place, and changes that surrounding. It also has a scent... Do you know? Happiness smells."
"Scent of happiness?"
"Yes, that is true. You probably never heard of it. Usually people are not aware of it. However, all emotional states have a particular scent. If human beings had not lost their sense of smell, they would know these. Unfortunately, like many other things, they also lost this one".
"You mean they knew these previously?"
"Of course they knew... Look, how important sense of smell is in the communication of animals."
"Yes, but it is because they can not talk."
"You think humans no longer need the sense of smell because they can talk, don't you?" "As you also know humans do not really talk. They make believe that they talk. There are words that they have learned. They tell these to each other."
"In reality only a few, talk for a very short time. Watch them and listen... There are no words of feelings. They tell each other the things they have to tell. No wonder, most of the time they do not listen. Those who do not really speak and listen cannot communicate anymore, because they have lost two important communication tools: sense of smell and sense of touch, the two ways to really communicate... Humans have forgotten both."
"Now, do I say that people have to smell eachother?" "No. To smell is such an elaborate ability that humans need to be retrained for it, our poor sense of smell. It has been degenerated with such bad odors, that it needs to be reanimated. You know, humans can not smell the scent of humans anymore... Scent of a woman, scent of a man. Scent of a child. Scent of an elderly. Scent of hope. Scent of despair. Scent of disappointment. Scent of happiness. Humans have lost all.
Same is true with the sense of touch. Humans have lost it too. The touch of one hand over another. Touch of one shoulder on another. Touch of one back against another. Feet swirling around each other. Bodies touching against each other. There is so much that we have forgotten!"
"I wish I could defend our contemporary human species. "But, there are words... There is script... May be that is why we have forgotten."
"Yes, words... the media for our lies. Script, the instrument of our lies. Since we do not know how to say or write what is really inside, they are the instruments of our lies. However a body, a touch cannot lie. They communicate what is really inside. Only the reality."
"A real master of the world of perfume once had said: "Perfumes are the products of the addition of human genius to what nature has given; however no perfume is a real scent until it touches a woman's body. What gives the special character to a perfume is the scent of that certain woman's body. That is why every perfume is different on every woman. The mastery of wearing a perfume comes from knowing the amount to be worn, so that this special mixture comes into existence. If it is not worn in this special way, that woman smells like that particular perfume; if it is worn with this mastery, that woman smells like herself. What is really important is not the perfume, but that woman's special scent. You can find it in the dresser where she keeps her clothes, in her lingerie, in her private places. Watch out, you would never actually know a woman if you do not recognize her special scent".
What a pity... We do not know how to value the scent of humans.
One day, you will recognize the "scent of happiness". You will see that rosy pink on the skin. It is the light pink that accompanies the first beams of dawn. That special pink of happiness, coming into existence in a shy and timid way, but then spreading with courage, giving strength and making itself felt. Look at this pinkness carefully. , There you will see a misty moisture. An evaporating moisture, ever flying, ever renewing, mixing into the air. A spring freshness, a tendril taste which urges one to utter, "There is something about you. As if you are in love." Approach that body. Approach and smell the scent of happiness. Smell the scent of those thousands of harmonious odors oozing out. From pink to lavender, from sea blue to sunny yellow. That special scent of changing rainbow colors. That scent of happiness that soothes, comforts, which stirs, exults, which silences or forces to speak. Smell it. It is the most magnificent scent in the world. It is what the baby smells in the mother. It is what the mother smells in the baby. It is what the lover smells in the loved one. But this scent does not happen out of nowhere. It requires effort. The light of the days, nights and dawns need to be enmeshed within each other.... It requires to appreciate one another in times of hope and hopelessness... The scent of happiness is not in the waves of the ocean, nor in the rivers reaching that ocean. It is only in the human. It is that scent which comes into being in one through the other. It is that scent which makes the human. It is the scent of love. Scent of security. The scent of "I am grateful that you are ". The scent of "I wish you were near." The scent of "I love you." The scent of "You love me."
One day you will know the scent of happiness. Then I know you will be happier.
Remark: Hisli's article reminded me on the film PROFUMO DI DONNA (1974) :::
Titolo Originale:
PROFUMO DI DONNARegia: Dino Risi
Interpreti: Moira Orfei, Alessandro Momo, Agostina Belli, Vittorio Gassman
Durata: h 1.40
Nazionalità: Italia 1974
Genere: sentimentale
Al cinema nel Dicembre 1974
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