A quegli amori che non ce l'hanno fatta

A quegli amori mai sbocciati ma che avrebbero voluto farlo, come rose rosse, nella più bella delle Primavere.
A quegli amori che "chissà come sarebbe stato".
A quegli amori fatti di sguardi. Sguardi che parlano una loro lingua, bellissima, e che avrebbero voluto affondare in un mare d'amore. Al suo profumo inconfondibile, che arriva all'improvviso come una brezza leggera per poi trasformarsi in un potente uragano. Che sconvolge e se ne va, così come è arrivato, lasciando l'indelebile segno del suo passaggio.
A quegli amori che oppongono resistenza ma che, alla fine, si lasciano andare al loro volere.
A quegli amori fatti di baci sognati, sospirati, non dati e di quelli che "vorrei ma non posso". Di frasi sussurrate e parole non dette.
A quegli amori che hanno avuto la durata di un battito di ciglia ma che sono stati Amori.
Agli amori che sbagliano i tempi. A quelli che non trovano pace, che tormentano, perseguitano e che continueranno a influenzare il cuore.
Agli amori che non hanno avuto coraggio, a quelli che non hanno avuto la forza di iniziare e a quelli che non hanno avuto la giusta congiunzione astrale.
Agli amori impossibili e a quelli irrealizzati. A quelli che sarebbero esplosi di passione come un vulcano e a quelli che avrebbero voluto essere tante cose, vedere tanti luoghi, ma non sono stati capaci di intraprendere lo stesso cammino.
Agli amori che sono stati Amore anche se per un giorno, un mese o una settimana.
A tutti quegli amori che, per diverse ragioni, non ce l'hanno fatta. Ma che avrebbero voluto.

Una passeggiata in Svizzera: Val Poschiavo

The lowered car windows, the warm summer wind caressing the face, the sparkling air, the scent of nature that gently nods in the nose and in the distance the whistle of the Bernina Red Train, directed to St. Moritz, which is approaching fast.

I had never been to Switzerland before last summer, but that's how I always imagined it, as in Heidi's cardboard: green lounges with grazing cows, wooden houses, colored geraniums at the windows, majestic lakes, pine forests and paths to discover.

I always preferred the sea to the mountain but I was literally fascinated.

Snow-covered mountains, pristine natural areas, cities and small overflowing cultural landscapes make Switzerland an ideal holiday destination.

A varied landscape of valleys and picturesque cities, especially the Graubünden region, Switzerland's largest canton, the most eastern and the only trilingual. Here everything is different, even the chromatic: red like the Rhaetian railway wagons, yellow like the post bus, blue like the 615 lakes and the sky over the 150 valleys, green like the forests and pastures, golden brown like larches in the fall, gray like fortresses and rocks, and white like snow and glaciers.

And it is in the Canton of Graubünden, in Val Poschiavo, where my trip to Switzerland started.

The natural and cultural landscape of Val Poschiavo is only 25 kilometers from the sparkling Bernina chain to Veltlin vineyards but offers a multitude of natural beauty, beautiful towns with interesting cultural monuments, palaces and churches.

On board the "Red Train" or the "Bernina Express", with the red caravan compositions of the Rhaetian railway, or by car: the route from the Engadine to Val Poschiavo, the southernmost of the 150 valleys of the Graubünden, offers up to the borders with Italy one of Switzerland's most varied landscapes.

The train path on the Bernina Pass from St. Moritz to Val Poschiavo and to Tirano, the Italian border, is an impressive experience. Here the gaze spans the mountain panorama of the Morteratsch glacier, the Diavolezza or the Lagalb glacier. From the Alp Grum you can see the imposing Palu glacier and at the same time the majestic Lake Poschiavo with its cobalt blue waters, a spectacle of nature.

The chief town of the small, unspoiled resort of Val Poschiavo is the town of Poschiavo, whose patrician houses surround the square, giving it a typically Italian character. Poschiavo, in fact, has its charm in the seductive old town, rich in magnificent palaces and vaguely medieval architecture.

And I still remember it, the astonishment on my face and the astonished eyes in front of the beauty of this nature.

Roncato: lo stile in viaggio

 Since I was a child, I always dreamed of a "traveling life". I think traveling is the best way to know, a real school of life. The journey not only extends the mind, it gives it shape.

Traveling is walking toward the horizon, meeting the other, knowing, discovering, and getting richer than the walk started.

The true core of a person's vital spirit is the passion for adventure. The joy of living comes from the encounter with new experiences, so there is no greater joy than having a constantly changing horizon, to be found every day under a new and different sun.

We travel for adventure spirit, to know other peoples, to go to the discovery of the world, and then realize that the one you've ever forgiven is there, just behind the home garden. We travel to learn to love and to be loved, to relieve a pain or to vent the anger, driven by blind faith or because we have nothing to believe in. We travel to be the first or to say "I was there", to help others or to be helped. We travel to meet someone or to forget someone else, to investigate in the depths of our soul or to escape from ourselves.

By car, train or plane, for pleasure or work, the important thing is to travel with the right company. Mine? Roncato and its suitcase, characterized by a perfect blend of practicality, lightness, robustness, safety and design.

RV Roncato is very attentive to the high quality of its creations, as evidenced by the Made in Italy production, the use of innovative high-tech technologies that meet the needs of the traveler and the strict quality control of the interior. Just what I look for in a suitcase: style along with the best technological product performance.

Quando un uomo ama, la sua donna corre.

When a man loves his woman runs.
Have you ever seen the reaction of a woman loved by a man? When a woman meets a man who falls in love with her, always she has the same reaction: she runs.
She runs by, runs towards, runs away, however runs. And the man is still there and can also have just a reaction: to run.
He runs by, runs towards, runs away, however runs.
In the end I know that love is a big marathon. And in this huge athletics track, including leg warmers, sweat bands, and starter bored, certain moments of pathos are consumed that even Mennea has given us.
We see men who had never trod athletics tracks, but at most made the trek in the fall between the hilly streets of a country fair, put shoes and jump racing on the lane, chasing her that she turned for a moment and seems to have winked do with misunderstanding; other men, more used to competition, as long as she does not slow to point him leave her scent, and he then snaps and runs, but she is an old school lungometrista and recovers quickly stepped record. Then there are men who are competing on themselves, that invade lanes, slow down, look around, seem uninterested to the thing, until someone supports them and encourages them to run together.
Love is a race, the kind that break your breath, that make you cramp and dehydrate you. No matter being first, but never stop running.

Hotel Magna Pars Suites Milano: un viaggio attraverso i sensi

There are places that enter in the heart at first glance, places where you can breathe and live the beauty in all its forms, places that are unlikely to be forgotten.
In Milan, in the heart of the design district, there is a "jewel" called Hotel Magna Pars Suites Milano, the first Hotel à Parfum belonging to the prestigious luxury collection of Small Luxury Hotels of The World.
Small Luxury Hotels of The World has, in fact, more than 500 independent hotels in 80 countries, offering an endless variety of memorable experiences, carefully selected for their style and their exceptionality. All different but united from offering the best location, high-quality, personalized service and an authentic way to discover the destination. And so elegant and classy hotel as the Magna Pars Suites Milan could only be part of this fascinating collection.
It is for this elegance, for this simple luxury, for the perfume, always different, that envelops every environment and enters in the mind, for white furniture, for the perfume laboratory, the corridors beams and railings steel that resemble so much a ship -and to my love for the sea- but I would not have wanted to leave.
From the outside a huge glass wall reveals the flavor of the past: post-industrial elements, original walls of what at the time was the perfume factory of Martone family.
The love for perfumes, for art and for the hospitality brought the family to found the five-star hotel Magna Pars Suites Milano, to live a unique experience through all the senses.

Acqua Alpes: la freschezza sulla pelle

Imagine the sapphire sky of spring, white clouds that goes well with the white snow, the fresh air coming from the glaciers, the Tyrolean Alps, the sun's warmth and purity of blue water flowing in flower-filled meadows.

Imagine then to be able to combine all of these unique feelings and "wear" them every time you feel that need of freshness, freedom, naturally, delicacy. They are the scented creations Acqua Alpes inspired by own landscapes of the Tyrolean Alps, whose secret is hidden right there, between the pristine peaks of the Alps, where is the purest and crystalline water, ables to exalt the most sought after natural essences .

It takes about 20 years for rainwater to infiltrate into the mountains is purified and only then enriched with trace elements: ready to be mixed to create a line of unique fragrances, created following ancient recipes combining the most exclusive ingredients.

The line includes products for the body, 3 home perfumers and 4 fragrances for the person, their name is a number corresponding to one of the peaks surrounding Innsbruck: 2828, 2334, Oud 3333 and Oud 3007.

Each piece is unique and inimitable, created entirely by hand at every stage of its production, from the essence creation to its packaging.

Acqua Alpes is purity and simplicity, each fragrance exudes the love for nature and evokes the alpine forests with their fairy-tale scenarios.

Amon Olimje: i sapori della Slovenia

Wine estate, surrounded by nature, Amon Olimje is one of the oldest in Slovenia.
A green oasis surrender by a sense of peace. At the height of their beauty there are the forests, vineyards, flowers, rushing streams, grazing cows and chirping birds.
Here, in the company cellar, mature a wide selection of wines from the wine region of Virstanj, as well as fine aged wines, but the reputation of the company is also in the good cuisine and golf course.
Amon family offers its guests the best. From wine, cuisine, going to sports and even the stay. A pension, Natura Amon, nestling in the green oasis that fought on the one hand, the forest and the other extending toward the sunrise, on the golf course.
A rustic interior takes up the shape of a wine cellar.
The cuisine offers a wide range of cuisines and fine wines: seasonal dishes made with fresh ingredients and fruits, organic produce grown in their gardens and used in the preparation of organic menus. Delicious homemade pate, salami of Kozjansko, a wide selection of soups, such as soup to Kozjansko mushrooms or the bread "prezganka", but also gnocchi, homemade pasta, game, lamb, duck and pork.
The wines embody the colors, the aromas and the flavors of the best varieties of white and black grapes of Styria region. Words are not enough, you have to enjoy!
Slovenia, with its landscapes, its cuisine and its wellness centers, has fascinated me so much that I'm already thinking about going back. This time I could rent a holiday home with Hundredrooms in Ljubljana... who knows;)

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.

Verbania: tra incanto e poesia

Magic and romance, this is hidden in each lake. Whatever it is, wherever it is. In any season and at any time of day.

The lake has always been a rich reminder of charm and surprises. Sunrises and sunsets painted by a thousand shades like a painter's palette. Of pages read on a bench and colorful flowers that perfume the air and make Verbania a lakeside garden overlooking the Borromeo Gulf. A place full of charm and poetry, able to seduce and enthrall with its timeless beauty.

On the shore slopes gently to the lake, Verbania is a succession of luxurious villas and lush gardens.

It has always been a destination for elite travelers, such as painters and poets in search of inspiration. Cured and equipped Verbania looks like a balcony from which to enjoy magnificent views of the lake, such as Villa Giulia or Villa Rusconi Clerici.

Overlooking the gulf you can see Isola Madre and in the background Isola Bella and Isola dei Pescatori. Set like jewels, starting from 800 were proudly displayed. Now easily accessible from Verbania by boat, to admire natural beauty, scenery and quaint villages that enchant and captivate with their beauty and poetry.

 Verbania, a postcard, of those who remember "La Dolce Vita" of the '60s.

 Here the houses are colorful, just like a child would do with his pastels, yellow, orange, pink and blue, the wind whispers names carried in the heart and Love strolling along the lake, in the gardens of Villa Taranto or enjoying a dinner as it likes, by candlelight, with watchful eyes that plunge into the lake illuminated by his majesty Moon.

Scegliete

Choose friends and lovers that are strong wings with which to fly, which will help you to born, even when it hurts, to find out who you really are, to make you a better person. Choose those who reproached you for too affection, instead of who consoles you for convenience. Those who tackles hard-nosed, yell at you and eventually remains. Choose those who are not chained to the immobility of the soil, but draws to you another piece of sky. Those who do not make promises and then keeps them. Those who betray the expectations, because there is no other way to honor the life, in its magnificent imperfections. Who will change your eyes, or return them for the first time, showing you a different way of looking.

Choose who pushes you to fight, to grow, to experience. Those who invent every day new colors and unconscious enough to approach the green with yellow, cobalt blue with ruby ​​red, because nothing makes us more courageous as the ability to break the rules and subverting the obvious.

Choose who scares you. And then, choose who makes you want to overcome that fear.

Rimske Terme: il luogo dove storia e modernità si incontrano

Located in one of the most beautiful places in Slovenia, Lasko, Rimske Terme literally, "Roman Baths" - combine modern tourism services with a rich tradition.
The city owes its name to the ancient Romans who exploited the benefits of its thermal waters that gushed out from the cracks of the dolomitic rocks of Straznik. In 39 BC, in fact, they built the first swimming pools with hot and cold water in the place where now occupied by the Rimske Terme.
For a long time the baths were available only to members of the upper classes and senior military officers, only in recent years have become accessible to all who want to benefit from their healing effects.
Here, in the beautiful surroundings of the spa, you will discover the true meaning of the saying "mens sana in corpore sano". Rimske Terme are, in fact, in an idyllic place, a fairytale landscape surrounded by lush forests and mountains, and a park that since 1879 is home to giant sequoias, tulip trees, Japanese cypress, yew and many other exotic trees.
The thermal water of Rimske Terme is one of the richest in Slovenia for content of chemical elements beneficial to the human body. It is been shown that water helps to cure various orthopedic, rheumatic, gynecological, dermatological, respiratory and pulmonary, gastrointestinal and neurological diseases. Besides the excellent location in the beautiful Savinja Valley, with its pristine forests, it has a beneficial effect on chronic lung diseases. But Rismke Terme are also home to the better rehabilitation equipped medical center in Slovenia. Here, expert physiotherapists, along with rehabilitation professionals, draw up rehabilitation programs that help to recover from injury and illness.
Rimske Terme is the ideal place for relaxing in the healing waters of Amalia source or the Roman source, find inner peace in the country of Varinia saunas, where you can enjoy the Finnish sauna, Turkish and infrared. After the sauna, pamper yourself with body wraps, exfoliation, the Kneip programs or enjoying a massage with essential oils to regain energy and health. Or indulge in a magical and romantic moment with your partner, in the historic center of the nymphs bathroom, in the four authentic stone vats and six modern vats for couples.

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.

La magia di Bled

There are places that speak of love, medieval stories, desires, promises and "yes" pronounced at the water surface. Places that make you dream with open eyes, able to "dissolve" even the heart of the most skeptical of human beings.

Bled is a place that will enchant everyone with its magical power, its charm and its romanticism.

The eternal charm of Bled is in its enchanted lake, a shimmering body of crystal clear water embraced by a necklace of snow-capped Alps. In the middle of the lake reigns the only island in Slovenia, crowned by a 15th century chapel, while, on a steep cliff that rises above the mirror of the lake, there is the symbol of Bled and Slovenia, the Bled Castle.

In the present site of the lake in the past was a tectonic basin later sculpted by glacier Bohinj. The tectonic origin of the lake is confirmed from the hot springs on the northeast side of the lake. Today the sources are captured in three pools of the Grand Hotel Toplice, the Park hotel and Golf hotel where I stayed during my trip to Slovenia.

And it will be for the romantic air, that picturesque and impressive image that distinguishes the Lake Bled from any other and makes it unique enough to be chosen by many couples as a wedding venue to celebrate their love story.

Bled inspired for its mild climate, fresh air and clear water, the serenity and tranquility of the place, and those colorful traditional boats, "Pletna", which drift slowly across the lake to transport its visitors in their most beautiful dreams. It is said, in fact, that those who have not hiked pletna has not visited Bled really.

 Horse-drawn carriages add a traditional touch to the city, while the delicious puff pastry cream is a symbol of Bled culinary art, being baked here since 1953, when the original recipe was invented. A dessert that can be purchased anywhere, of course, but the puffs of Bled remain unique in the world.

The former director of the bakery of the hotel Park, Mr. Istvan Lukacevic, has experimented with different recipes until he managed to find the right combination. Even today this sweet, prepared right in this pastry shop, is served in front of the cafe, with a wonderful view of the lake.

Jelenov Greben

On a ridge at the foot of the mysterious Rudnica mountain, just ten meters above the monastery with the third oldest pharmacy in Europe (here), is Jelenov Greben, farm known as Deer Ridge.

A unique place, in the green hills of Olimje, where time seems to stand still. Immersed in the beauty of nature now with autumn colors and enclosed in the charm that gives the wood.

After a gentle awakening at Terme Olimia (here) and a visit to the monastery Olimje, upon our arrival we were immediately greeted by deer and wild sheep, which graze freely over 8 hectares of fenced meadows, ready to be pampered with a handful of corn for all their.

In Jelenov Greben the days are different than elsewhere. Here nature, in some ways, is like there enveloped in a warm embrace. Breathe the pure air of the morning, stroking a flower, listen to the vibrations of a stream, sipping a steaming cappuccino with a colored wool blanket on the legs, warmed by a warm autumn sun, and with a panorama so bewitching and comforting to act as frame. Happiness is being with nature, see her, talk to her, touch her.

A long time ago in this place was a farm that dealt with viticulture and livestock breeding. The young Borut Jezovnik, just eighteen, became the master of this farm, which with so much effort and energy created a colorful history.

After selling all the cattle, he bought 75 deer from the Brijuni islands in Croatia. Later he began to cultivate, preserve and recreate mushrooms.

Today, in this place that seems straight out of a fairy tale of the Brothers Grimm, there are two guest houses that bear the name of the daughter, Rebeka and Karolina, a restaurant where you can enjoy home cooking with specialties of game and mushrooms, but also cheese, salami and wine, and a shop, Zlata skrinjica, where to buy and take home the goodness of the place.

Slovenia: il Monastero Olimje

Not far from Terme Olimia (here), to Podcertrtek, lies the ancient Olimje monastery. Set in a bucolic landscape, green fields, orchards, gardens and fields, the monastery was the castle of Pilstein counts, then moved in 1663 to the Pauline monks Lepogiava, it is inhabited today by the Congregation of the Friars Minor Conventual of St. Francesco d'Assisi.

The exterior facades and the courtyard have frescoes in the Baroque style, with gray geometric decorative boxes. The church has a nave with a barrel vault, it is also in the Baroque style with blacks-gilded altars and a beautiful statue, a half-length, of Blessed Anton Martin Slomsek.

The room on the ground floor of the south tower conceals the old pharmacy of the Pauline monks, famous for its beautiful frescoes dating back to 1780, work of the master Anton Lerchinger, which narrate the paths that lead to the salutes and luck. The frescoes, in fact, portray famous physicians and healers, medicinal plants and Biblical scenes related to the history of medicine.

Even today, the Friars Minor Conventual have preserved the tradition and create herbal teas, tinctures, ointments, and other medical preparations, on sale at the monastery, and which are made from herbs that cure in the botanical garden right outside, where there are more than two hundred medicinal herbs.

Olimje is a peaceful haven in an increasingly hectic world. Here the religious find peace in silent prayer in front of the picture of the Madonna, and nature lovers enjoy the scenery while sitting on benches outside the monastery and let the beauty of nature, the creation of God, speak to them.

Terme Olimia: il benessere in Slovenia

There is a Slovenia made of nature and well-being of mind and body, away from the city and from the hectic pace of everyday life; it is the Slovenia of Spa and wellness centers, where the centuries-old tradition, the experiences of spas and experts who are dedicated to the health of body and soul, are intertwined.
These centers are part, in fact, of the prominent tourist destinations and offer many opportunities for sports activities, culinary delights and luxurious accommodation and excellent quality. But the Slovenian thermal tourism has not developed by chance some, especially in the eastern part of the country, where millions of years ago stretched the Pannonian Sea, numerous thermal springs have remained. The beneficial waters were, in fact, discovered by the ancient Romans, and in the Middle Ages recalled the nobles of Europe.
Surrounded by unspoilt nature of Slovenia, in the hills of Podctrtek, on the border with Croatia, there are Terme Olimia: the best Spa in Slovenia, where nature and relax make this a really wonderful place.
A downtown in harmony with the environment that surrounds it, characterized by the presence of two hotels, Sotelia and the Breza, a structure made up of apartments and a campsite for nature lovers.
Wellness Orhidelia, the most luxurious complex of Terme Olimia, is able to awaken love for our body and mind.
The diversity and the wide spaces of the spa Orhidelia allow each guest to find their own place of peace.
Here you can be lulled by the heated waters of the indoor or outdoor pools, enjoy the magic of a starry sky or warm colors of a romantic winter sunset nestled among the vapor and rhythmic bubbles of an outdoor jacuzzi, or even, according to relax lying of soft water beds listening to classical music, or stretch out the nerves and warm up with a nice sauna or turkish bath.
Have you ever tried a "sweet" chocolate treatment? At Wellness Orhidelia it is possible, too: sprinkle the body with melted chocolate, massaging it like a cream, while sitting inside a turkish bath. After 20 minutes, during which the heat will melt the chocolate and perfumed the atmosphere, you can rinse in a chromotherapy showers and already from the first touch, you will notice that your skin will be softer immediately.
The purple and blue lights of the swimming pools, the spices that perfume the air, the surrounding atmosphere, the luxurious details and the elegance of the place are a poem for the eyes and soul. Everything speaks of relaxation, from the welcoming ritual to the gong therapy that, thanks to the skill of a master, will help the body to relax before accessing the following spa treatments, taking you into a world of vibrations that will make you lose track of time until you fall asleep lulled, gently, by this melody.

Viandante sul mare di nuvole

I saw slip away things I thought unforgettable. I saw slowly fade the memory of looks and moments. I also saw off things never happened when I hoped so. The mind is a big war machine, it builds diabolical devices for safety. But there is a pattern that can not reach. Incidentally there is what remains.

We are strange, undefined, comedians, abused by pain, by the many faces encountered the same heart and above all always looking for what is not there.

We can not lose what you never had but that we have never experiencedit can fail us forever. Yet the joy hates running and climbing. Why dint to go, to run, to not look carefully, time passes and you choose to live constantly waiting.

To go is emotion, emotions are incredible moments but understand when to stop is a real talent.

For this I would like to tell you: run everywhere, more than you want to live and as you can but then stopped with the person who will make you feel all without touching you. Because, in the midst of all the world's people, it will only be that what you need. You will thank the remnant and farewell greetings will be enough to recover your freedom, as always.

Resta così come sei

Never change. Retain the innocence, insecurity, shyness and confidence in dreams. They are the best parts of you.
Do not stop chasing happiness, even when everything will seem unnecessary, even when will be months, years that you do not find it anywhere.
Believe in love, even if they will let you down, stepped on, used, betrayed. Love the rain, the clouds and the sun in the same way and do not stop to be moved.
Embarrassed, blushing, still belting out your favorite tunes, continues to emphasize the most important sentences in your books.
I like to think that when I will reunite, now white hair will have replaced all the color, you'll still so: sweet, real, sensitive, immersed in everything you do and say.
I like to think that the world will not ruin you, that pain will not ruin you. I like to think of you a bit wiser, but always reckless.
Never change, even when they will say that it is absurd to be like you, you will find you sick, they shall devour you. Do not listen to them. Make a difference, stay as you are.

Autumn in Lugano

Lugano and the first days of autumn. Lugano, like a picture painted by some kind of great Master.
Lugano, with the rain and the sun, came into my heart. On tiptoe, like a ballerina on the sweet and graceful notes of "Swan Lake".
The city of parks and flower gardens, villas and religious buildings, alpine current and famous chocolate, squares and arcades of the Mediterranean charm of the city center.
A town on a human scale, where getting lost in the streets of the old town, with its many buildings in Lombard style and its exclusive museums, such as the LAC, the cultural center devoted to artistic production and the meeting between the various arts. But Lugano is also the largest city in the Ticino region, as well as being the third largest financial center and the center of conference, banking and business in Switzerland.
From the two closest mountains to Lugano, San Salvatore and Brè, you can admire the magnificent panorama over the city, the lake and surrounding mountains, where you can enjoy the sun of Ticino and daydreaming.
Every corner of the city is a discovery, from the roadside markets, among the luxury boutiques, where delight the palate with typical products or buy local crafts, to those most romantic spots, accessible by boats or cruises, where you can be enchanted by the beautiful landscapes that reveal precious pearls before enjoying great seafood, served in the various restaurants and grottos overlooking the shores of the lake.
Lugano is beauty, nature and marvel in a setting that recalls one of those "007" films. Lugano is a lakeside promenade, lined the Belvedere Gardens and numerous red benches ready to welcome sighs and hugs, to cherish kisses and thoughts, where losing the eyes and heart in such splendor. An invitation to rest, interior and mind tranquility and, yes, even love because, in the world, there is nothing more magical and romantic than a sunset by the lake.