In viaggio con ASUS Zenbook

A train and a plane to take. A new destination is waiting for me.
Travel as discovery, emotion, adventure, passion.
To leave is the most beautiful and courageous of all actions. Maybe a selfish joy, but a joy for who knows how to value freedom. Being alone, without needs, strangers, foreigners, and yet feel at home anywhere. I only need a suitcase to fill with stories, memories, and an ideal companion: my ASUS Zenbook, ready to collect my thoughts, my feelings, my photos, to keep me company during the entire trip. Light and thin, reliable and dynamic, load up to 10 hours, elegant and sophisticated design.
When I travel I like to be comfortable but not give up a touch of elegance, the same one that belongs to the ASUS Zen philosophy. A #ZenOutfit in preppy style with the shades of blue and red, like the sea and the sunsets that will surprise me once reached at destination.

Shades of blue

We are made of thoughts, memories, emotions. We are made of water, atoms, moments and waited.

We are made of love. Thoughts, actions, ideas, movements, experiences. Bodies. The subject is love. We are made of intertwined hands, whispered kisses, stolen breaths and sighs donated.

We are made of desires and dreams that make us not sleep, of energy, of stardust.

We are made of words, words never said, of missed opportunities and unsent messages.

We are made of too many "if", "maybe" and "but." We are made for a few people. And often, we do not meet or we meet when it's too late.

We are made in the image and likeness of everything around us and in ourselves we enclose the exact same secret, the exact same law.

We are like the sky, made of millions of hues. Eternally changing, subject to endless complications and combinations. A set of circumstances, or totally fortuitous or planned in the minimum terms. A well-designed chaos. The perfect storm.

Le colline e un cardigan rosso

The wind that shakes the barley, time passes slowly, confuses the past and transforms the present. The breath punctuated by the beating of the heart that winces for every wonder. The peace of a Sunday in the hills, in the silence of nature again in bloom. The colors of spring. The nostrils quivering sniffing the aromas. The thoughts that are lost, hill to hill, in the handful of curves, sinuous as the body of a woman, and then dive and rid into the blue sky. The feeling of being good in your own skin. A communion between earth and soul.

The view is lost on red roses, fiery passion, as voluptuous lips full of desire. Eyes bounce to the sky, a boundless blue, framed by an aura of silver light. The cherry trees are in bloom, dyed of a pure pink as the skin of a child. Meadows of a green so intense, like precious emeralds, to speak for itself without hope of passing from similarities. A gentle sun, with its warm rays, hugs and warms you only how would be the arms of your beloved. It smiles to you, transmitting you its own happiness. And you spare parts that smile with the same happiness.

Romantic holidays

 
"Where are you going, miss?" -he said- "Let's go see the sea?"
Her eyes, at the mention of what has always been her great love, the sea, lit up with a light so intense that it was day.
After coasting along the entire coast, with the wind that fluttering the scarf on that warm July and distributed her smiles to everyone who passed, the car stopped at the destination.
 He got out first and, like a true gentleman, opened the door. Red ballerinas sprouted from the black Cadillac and with small graceful steps, she appeared, romantic and graceful in those shorts that showed the waist. They walked along the harbor, exchanging smiles and sweet words, then sat down on a bench to watch the sunset. He hugged her gently and she, in that warm embrace in which she dropped, looked at the sea, through her black sunglasses, sighed and thought, "I'll be back at midnight, like Cinderella, to where I'm processed, and it will be the end of a fairy tale". Or just the beginning.