Joy

There's nothing for the nostrils like this. 

 

Apart from the breeze at sea, in the mountains or on the plain,

apart from the scent of some flowers or hay, or the hair of a woman,

apart from the air that is Champaign at the countryside,

apart from the perfume of a little baby,

there's just nothing like the smell of freshly baked bread. 

 

Be it in the morning in my street,

or a dirty track in an oriental bazar,

my heart jumps for joy

at the moment

it's in the air.

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56-60, M
2 Responses Mar 10, 2010

yes, thaf smell early in the morning......

I`m a sniffer.........so, yeah.......love smelling this, too. Where I lived before, the smell lingers in the early morning.......you wake up and "it`s in the air".......daybreak is coming...