Oscar Wilde - El retrato de Dorian Grey

El estudio estaba lleno del fuerte olor de las rosas, y cuando una ligera brisa estival corrió entre los árboles del jardín, trajo por la puerta abierta el pesado aroma de las lilas y el perfume más delicado de los floridos agavanzos rosados.

Desde una esquina del diván, tapizado de telas persas, sobre el cual estaba tumbado fumando innumerables cigarrillos, según su costumbre, lord Henry Wotton divisaba precisamente el centelleo de las suaves flores color miel de un citiso, cuyas ramas trémulas parecían no poder soportar el peso de tan magnífico esplendor, y de vez en vez las fantásticas sombras de los pájaros revoloteaban a través de las largas cortinas de tussor, corridas ante la ancha ventana, haciéndole pensar en esos pintores de Tokio de caras de pálido jade, que por medio de un arte necesariamente inmóvil intentan expresar el sentido de la velocidad y del movimiento.

The studio was filled with the rich odor of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink- flowering thorn.

From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as usual, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-colored blossoms of the laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid jade-faced painters who, in an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the black-crocketed spires of the early June hollyhocks, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive, and the dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.