The home smell, my bedrom's smell .. How it pleases me
By the way, one of the few things that pleases me when i come home. He suffers, she suffers and i don't know where else to turn to. Turn to myself ? To my self- hapiness , like Ayn Rand claims? (i saw today a show where she was talked about, but poor old  lady .. i cannot agree with your ideals, so shrunked) No, certainly not.
But I'm now more certain  than ever that i need my dreamy & extra-sensorial stuff, i need to do what i like to, and find out some meaning to all of this