Almodovar's Summer
Belmond La Residencia, Deia
&
The Architects' Flat, Barcelona
17th May, 2025
On the island of Mallorca, a gentle breeze lingers,
weaving through sheer cliffs,
carrying the chill unique to the edge of spring and the cusp of summer.
Between my fingers, sunlight occasionally twinesā
delicate threads of gold
that stir a summer-lover's endless longing for you.
I can hardly wait to dress in your colours:
a fuchsia Ungaro gown, a silky D&G slip with a whisper of lingerie,
then a watercolour-kissed La Perla bustier,
and a mermaid-tail nightdress from Victoriaās Secret.
Each piece blooms before me in vibrant hues and wild florals,
as if glimpsed through a kaleidoscopeā
a riot of your brilliance.
I grow dizzy in this sea of blossom and blush,
and somewhere between dream and wakefulness,
I breathe in the fragrance that belongs to you.
On the island of Mallorca, a gentle breeze lingers,
weaving through sheer cliffs,
carrying the chill unique to the edge of spring and the cusp of summer.
Between my fingers, sunlight occasionally twinesā
delicate threads of gold
that stir a summer-lover's endless longing for you.
I can hardly wait to dress in your colours:
a fuchsia Ungaro gown, a silky D&G slip with a whisper of lingerie,
then a watercolour-kissed La Perla bustier,
and a mermaid-tail nightdress from Victoriaās Secret.
Each piece blooms before me in vibrant hues and wild florals,
as if glimpsed through a kaleidoscopeā
a riot of your brilliance.
I grow dizzy in this sea of blossom and blush,
and somewhere between dream and wakefulness,
I breathe in the fragrance that belongs to you.