Cerimonia di primavera: 5 regole di stile per non sbagliare

Primavera ed estate sono le stagioni di matrimoni e cerimonie...e di dubbi amletici su come vestirsi.
 Di fronte a un invito si ha spesso paura di sbagliare, di essere troppo o troppo poco e ci si interroga sulla fondatezza o meno di alcune convenzioni riguardo al dress code da cerimonia.

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.

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.

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.

La Principessa e il cacciatore

Unconsciously we run away from feelings, for fear. Fear of being hurt and disappointed, once again. We fight them as if they were a demon or a wicked witch who want to deprive us of our happiness. When, happiness, might be hidden right there in those feelings.

He had taught that evil exists and we have to defend yourself.

He did not know what had hit ofher, perhaps a word or how she bent her head to the side when she smiled. But from that day she was in his thoughts, returning when least expected it.

They met by chance at the ball and, again by chance, found themselves one day walking in a forest not far from the palace of the princess.

He recognized her immediately, hovering gracefully here and there, wrapped in a fluffy fur coat, looking for some kind magical creature could capture her attention. She had red lips like roses, big brown eyes, brown hair, white skin as snow, the happy air and, about dress, you can not say that it was there to do anything.

When their eyes met, it was felt a spark in the big eyes of the princess, and her red lips seemed to quiver as if the slightest provocation could open in a smile.

She gave him a brief glance and froze, while a smile drews on those red lips, then turned her head shyly. The fact that she had turned away was index of discretion, modesty and good manners, qualities which he considered essential for a beautiful girl.

That was the spark to attract the attention of the hunter. At that moment he felt something unusual to the heart. He had not felt that peculiar sensation, pleasant yet strangely painful from years. It was love.

He reached her, calmly, to keep her from running away, just as he had done with the fawns. He took her hand and with the other stroked her rosy cheeks. Then he looked at the long, silent, captivated by her beauty.

He pressed her to himself, in a warm embrace, and they spoke at length with the eyes and smiles, surrounded by the silent wood.

Suddenly the voice of the hunter broke the silence: "You can trust me. With me you're safe." - he said - "I will indicate a filter of love without poisons, no herbs, no magic formulas: if you want to be loved, love."

Princess's red lips parted in one of her most seductive smiles. He slowly approached to her face and kissed her with ardor and sweetness, tasting her tender lips, until the princess slumped in his arms, silently accepting his protection and his love.

B***h, shut up! I'm the DIVA.

Galas, red carpets and beautiful long dresses. Maybe studded with millions of Swarovski.

Elegance, refined sensuality and sophisticated femininity. The beauty of the evening dresses conquer every woman and carries the dream, the charm and magic of fairy tales, princesses and great dancing.

Who has not dreamed of a magical moment like this?

Sexy and precious. What woman would not want to wear a long dress, attractive and elegant, to feel a diva?

Strictly long, embellished with embroidery or crystal applications, in luxurious and fine fabrics, evening dresses continue to be among the items most desired by women, who dream to wear one at least once in their life.

What better opportunity for Christmas parties, now close, where any excess style is granted (or nearly so)? Besides the dress code imposes gran soirèe dresses for their ability to turn the holidays with grace and loveliness.

Christmas is coming and I make you a gift. With the code "May49rose" you can have an 8% discount on the purchase of your maxi dresses on Rosegal.

My Monday begins with a long dress, black as the divas.