Il fascino di una Donna

Dictionaries treat charm as a magic word, mostly negative connotations. It refers to the idea of ​​magic, sorcery, enchantment. In English it is spell. Being under someone's spell means to suffer the magic, being kidnapped. The French expression is kinder. Charm is the grace, the innate delicacy, the je ne sias quoi of what attracts. In German, Zauber, Reiz, indicate the magical seduction. But there is also the word Ausstrahlung, radiance, indicating something that radiates "from within" and wraps in a fascinating aura.

In certain women who are neither beautiful nor pleasant than others, there is an invincible charm that attracts men and impresses and makes indignant the other women who may not realize it, because it acts only on the male members.

It is a kind of fluorescence in a woman. If she has charm, she does not need anything else; if she do not have it, everything else is not very useful. The indefinite charm in a woman is what the perfume is to the flower, what the taste is to the fruit.

Charm is the feminine ability to conquer a man with no other weapons than the simplicity of his being a Woman. We are not women equally but we are women from endless charms. And with charm, I do not mean that ostentatious and built, but the one that captivates and disturbs, made of one hidden eyes and unspoken words. Of that sweetness, of those spontaneous laughter of who do not want to please you, of those silences full of significance that keep you always ready to reflect and not to neglect the slightest message.

There are women with a charm that remains discreet as long as a man does not reveal it, women who do not seek attention but that deserve to any angle from which to be able to observe them.

Romantica(mente) Milano

The light entering from the bedroom window, here at Hotel Manin, the sky of Milan that begins to be tinged with pink and passersby strolling happy in the park on a winter Saturday afternoon.

A bright room with contemporary design and beautiful view of the most beautiful park of the city.

 I look out and sigh, I always loved sunsets, especially those burning that speak of love. And who knows where end up all the sighs which we entrust to the sky. Perhaps where go the kisses not given, the unfinished dreams and loves that do not have made, in those trampled streets together, hand in hand, or in that place where it was the first kiss, the first time.

I sit at the desk, one last look at email, then start the playlist and I direct me, bare feet caressing the hazelnut parquet, to the bathroom.

A hot shower, while the notes of "Kiss Me" are blended with those of ylang ylang shower gel and talc Chanel N ° 5, his favorite. A message on whatsapp, -Can not wait to hug you-. I smile. Before long we'll see.

I bite a strawberry and sipping tea in front of the cabinet, while still wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, I choose carefully what to wear in this evening that has the prelude to be magical.

Lacquered polish, red lips like cherries and rosy cheeks. Shirt knotted in a bow and I wear a tweed dress, humming, absorbed in my thoughts, "I Love You Baby" that now pervades the room.

The last look in the mirror, just in time to read a new message, -When you want, Princess, I'm waiting for you in the hall-.

The moon has taken the place of the sun, the stars are competing to see who shines more in the sky that frames this evening with the scent of love, and hence the time will begin to compete in chills.

Blu

Blue like the things I love. Clear sky during full moon nights, calm sea in hot hours of summer and large flower hydrangea that reborns every spring.

Blue is the color of my life. The ideals, hopes and crazy ideas. Blue is the color that calms me, cradling my soul like a sweet melody. Sometimes, blue is also the color of my melancholy.

Minutes, hours, seconds are marked by all shades of blue, from the lightest to the darkest.

I have heavenly thoughts and cobalt blue words, the sea in the eye and the sky in the heart. I have blue intense torments as the worst of storms and turquoise dreams like exotic waters where to stay for hours on the shoreline to breathe life. An expanse of water that never ends, where each drop has a story to tell, where the scent intoxicates me and makes my heart vibrate. A thousand emotions that, one after the other, give the rhythm to that loving heart free to draw in the sky its history.

Life carries within it the color that you give. A picture to be painted with a thousand shades and every color is an emotion. The emotion that helps to dream, the one that makes the heart beat, the emotion that gives chills, and one that makes the magical world. With the fingers or a brush, get your hands dirty of life is to live.

Untitled Woman

She had that beauty of which only the losers are capable of. And the clarity of weak things. And loneliness, perfect, of what has been lost. She was one of those people who make this world a place worth visiting.

Me spellbound at her. She knew to like and she liked. She had that beauty which is impossible to look away, the immense beauty that makes you afraid, cringe. She looked like a goddess, one of those Greek gorgeous.

Whenever I obstinated me on a different particular, a mole, a shade of the eyes, an expression. She always noticed, or nearly so, and smiled. -Why are you looking at me? - Because she was the most charming creature I had ever seen.

 Her eyes had the power to make me mad. They did not touched me, but when they looked at me they digging in, the soul. I looked at her and smiled. Her smiles, I could write a book about her smiles, from the most sad and melancholy, to those sounds, so rare, that filled me with happiness. Her laugh. Lovely.

I kissed her with eyes a million times and I never told her that I would stay hours watching her eyes, hours to kiss her lips, hours to hear her voice.

I looked at her and she smiled.

A casual day w/ ASUS

An afternoon with friends. The joy of a spring day, one of those carefree, between chatters and laughters. Because you know, sometimes we women only need this: spend time with us. A pizza or a walk downtown, the time with our friends is something precious.
Sunglasses, a pair of flats, a colorful skirt that recalls my Africa and a denim shirt. But do not give up my ASUS ZenBook, it accompanies me everywhere! So while I await the arrival of my friends, I can interact with my followers, upload photos for the next blog post or listening to music. Now we are inseparable, it accompanies me on all occasions, from the most formal to the total disengagement; then it is so slight, I can easily put it in the bag to be connected with the digital world at all times!

Working day

Most of the work of a blogger takes place in the office, behind a desk, among millions of emails, phone calls, and an agenda to program.
When I am out of the office, and I am in Milan, I often meet clients and have appointments at Manin Hotel, to discuss work during a lunch or in complete privacy in one of their meeting rooms.
In the work are necessary composure, solidity but also presentable. Asus ZenBook accompanies me in working life everyday, with its clean and simple lines. Like a custom-made suit, great for all occasions.
Elegance, the watchword of my #ZenOutfit. A silk shirt and blue pants with a tailored fit. Dyed red lips and pearls as the only ornament. Simple, austere and refined..the emblem of a manager.

Hotel Manin Milano

With the rain return to Milan, a kind of melancholy and sense of lack accompany me. I look out the train window, lost in thoughts about new projects, future, my life. Until all this thinking is stopped, and I find myself before the goal of my pilgrimage.

Catapulted into the center of Milan I go into what will be my home for the next two days, Manin Hotel, a mixture of luxury and elegance unique among hotels in the city.

Located in the heart of Milan, near the Duomo, La Scala Theatre and the fashionable streets, Manin Hotel, a magnificent 4-star: tradition passed down for generations since 1904.

The hotel's prestige, in addition to geographical location, is given by the long series of personalities passed within the structure during all its years of history.

The history of Manin, in fact, began in 1846, at the time of the Five Days of Milan and is told through a series of photographs in black and white that enrich the atmosphere and give an historical value to the property without equal.

Once inside the door catches your eye the luxury of materials used, the minimal and elegant ambience in a reality behind the times. Spaces are content just enough to put at ease those who stay at the same time maintaining that sense of privacy which the customer can use when required. The details are treated in detail, the atmosphere became filled, cheerful and bright by color choices of rooms, furniture and enriched by its design. To the left there is a lounge area flanked by the American Bar and the waiting room confined by a tangle of dark fences, green is king and is repeated in a thousand different shades and sizes: from almond trees in bloom to the bright colors the walls, the green expanse of creeper that can be seen from the local bay window to the waiting room armchairs. The American Bar is the hotel's meeting center, perfect for a light lunch or a coffee break or to enjoy an aperitif or a cocktail with friends.

Once the elevator doors open, I find myself in the sixth-floor corridor, ready to let me surprise from my suite. The environment, elegant and spacious, spread horizontally. A desk where waiting for me, on the right a sitting area with sofa and TV, a double bed decorated with an elegant line of white sheets with double pillows, and on the wall a "world" painted and built by an important Italian artist.

The 124 luxurious rooms, including 6 Junior Suites and 2 Suites, feature a contemporary design suitable for business, pleasure or leaks over the weekend. They are equipped with all amenities and some recently renovated, with private terrace overlooking the elegant Manin Garden, or enjoy stunning views of the Duomo or the green Sempione Park.

As in every class hotel, can not miss the equipped suites for the most demanding customers: "Junior Suite", "Executive Suite", ideal for those who consider the absolute tranquility and privacy added values, and "Panoramic Suite & pool", on the top floor, offering furniture and customized solutions and a mini pool in the open air terrace with wonderful views of the city.

Manin Hotel also has a small gym which guests can access for free from morning to night.

The restaurant, Manin Restaurant, is located at the end of a long corridor leading to the Garden, close to the meeting rooms. It is readjusted in terms of space thanks to a sliding system of walls such as to redesign the spaces of which the hotel may need based on several eventualities. Here we can delight your palate with a rich and varied cuisine, which traces the tradition of Milan but also internationally. The attention of the chef to raw materials is exceptional: in fact, all the dishes are made from fresh and genuine components. As for the rooms, even here it is proposed the green motif with an entire wall covered with fern in contrast with the black and beige that usually find in all visited areas so far and expresses continuity with the garden.

The perception is that of a luxury restaurant that pampers anyway its customers with a generous and friendly staff available to all guests.

The Garden, "the flagship" of Manin, is considered one of the most architecturally interesting gardens in the city and enjoys an ideal location within the hotel. Its old charm makes it spectacular and attractive to the eyes of anyone who wants to enjoy a good glass of wine.

What's more the property value is increased tenfold by the discovery of a few years ago the remains of a Roman cemetery which stood just below the current Garden.Today, the beauty and elegance of the Manin Garden is made unique by statues, capitals and other remains of this discovery.

Greeting this little corner of paradise, a faint ray of sun caresses my face and with its heat all the thoughts and fears are swept away.