Marina smells of coloured pencils because she is always drawing and painting. Alba smells like me, because she keeps stealing my own perfume.
We discover the world around us throughout our five senses: sight, hearing, taste, touch and smell. But, as you have seen in our class, the frontier among these senses is not as clear as one may think.. sometimes our reality is not everybodies' reality..remenber Gala and Adina synaesthesia.
What does your world smell of... what does it tastes of... how does it fell?
LET SEE IF THIS SONG BRING YOU BACK TO THOSE DAYS:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=quWcvMGtnKw
Mem'ries,
Light the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we wereScattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we?
Could we?
Mem'ries, may be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughterWe will remember
Whenever we remember...The way we were...The way we were...
