lunedì 31 agosto 2015

L'altalena del sorriso

I like crazy people, they scent of life.
I like strange people. Those who laugh without a reason and crying just because they feel like it.
I like those who say what they think, without sounding stupid. Those who can recount and choose words with taste.
I like those who dare and who are not afraid of what people think.
I like the special people. Those that you admire but do not know them. Those that stand out, but with elegance.
I like beautiful people, inside. And those who preserve the wonder of children.
I like those in black and white. Changing mood but then, at the end, choose to be happy.
I like strong people. Those who fall and get up, without too many problems.
I like people who laugh loud, and who can make me laugh. Those that fix you a long time and not know why.
I like real people. Those who dream and told it in the eyes. Those traveling without ever starting. Those who are with the mind elsewhere.
I like people who love and when they choose to love, they love to distraction. Those who live, really live.
And I like to think that it takes little to return children. A swing where rocking for hours with a sweet thought, that draws on the face that curve called smile.

venerdì 21 agosto 2015

INSTA-SUMMER

Summer. What is summer? (And do not tell me a season!). An ice cream, a smile, a warm embrace, the scorching sun, the long dresses and fluttering skirts, a kiss, the palm trees, the nights spent talking, the stars. And then the sea, laughs, parties on the beach, sunsets that fall in love, the joy of living, the songs of the moment, dancing and belting as if this summer would never end.
Yes, it is the season of light-heartedness, the lightness of mind, that sometimes it really needs to go back to being free and light, the soul, like a butterfly in a field of corn (or sunflower).

lunedì 17 agosto 2015

Bucket List: cose da fare prima di morire

Si vive una volta sola e "questa volta" dobbiamo renderla un capolavoro. Abbiamo obiettivi, desideri, sogni da realizzare. Ma abbiamo davvero tutto questo tempo?

lunedì 10 agosto 2015

Sognavo l'Africa

L'Africa è il luogo dove, quando la sera il sole tramonta e l'aria si fa fresca e si riempie di strani suoni, puoi socchiudere gli occhi e sorridere in pace, come chi è finalmente tornato a casa.

sabato 1 agosto 2015

Home: la casa al mare

The smell of salt air, the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks and the rays of a hot sun coming through the windows, through the white curtains. So Dalani made me imagine my sweet awakening, with the summer must have.
A dream that I always cradle: a beach house, all white and blue, reminiscent of Greece, with shells and red coral scattered. The home of relaxation and peace, magical nights watching the moon and look at the stars, evening dinners on the terrace with friends, including fluffy blue and white pillows in which "sink" with lots of laughter .
Lightweight fabrics, such as linen and cotton, speak of freshness, that the skin needs after being kissed, for hours, by the sun. Those kisses that have the taste of salt.
Seahorses and starfish, the essential elements to recreate the fascinating underwater world, where the night still echoes the song of the sirens, which always bewitch the sailors.
And I imagine myself there, on that terrace overlooking the sea, with white shorts and a white & blue striped shirt (style "sailor" will always remain evergreen all summer!), to sip a warm cappuccino in my cup with marine motifs designed, and to breathe life...with eyes full of wonder and love.