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.

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.

Salvatore Ferragamo Signorina in Fiore

Pink as the spring that returns and romance that brings. Pink as cherry trees, the Peach Blossom and magnolias, with their nuances, dye the blue sky of this period. Rose as the soul of a poised young lady on a swing of emotions. Pink as her thoughts and sighs.

The roofs of Milan, the chirping of birds, spring in the air and a Signorina in Fiore, happy and carefree, romantic and gentle that, as a corolla, pretty opens its petals to the first rays of sun.

Sweet but lively, elegant but youthful, is Signorina in Fiore, the new floral-fruity fragrance by Salvatore Ferragamo.

Dedicated to the romantic and joyous soul of the young women, the scent opens with colorful notes, where the delicious, lively sorbet Nashi pear merges with the juicy pomegranate. The heart is a created with enchanted flowers: while the cherry blossom swaying in the breeze, Jasmine petals spread their essence. Finally, an intense light embraces the senses, leaving a sinuous trail of White Musk and Sandalwood.

A fragrance that exudes joy and happiness... because when in love every girl blossoms like a flower.

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.

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.

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.

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.

La felicità in un viale di cipressi

It takes seventy-two muscles to sulk but only twelve to smile. So they say, but what does it take to be happy? Sometimes a lot, sometimes nothing.

A caress, a flower, a hug. A ray of sunshine, a kiss, a gentle word, a kind look. A dream that has done it and one in the making.

You look for happiness. Find, pursue, run after it, just like we run after the life, and then grab it. Look in the most hidden places, you can find it everywhere. Sometimes we do not realize it is there, hidden, under our noses, just a step away from us.

It can hide everywhere, as when as children we played hide and seek. Behind a smile, in the little things of every day. Sometimes it can just be hidden in an avenue of cypress trees in Tuscany, between the scent of resin and that of parched earth of August.

Pensieri d'autunno e sogni

An escape to the lake to enjoy the first autumn days, those of the yellowing leaves and the wind kissing beneath the leather jackets. It chills the body can not understand. Prosecco on the terrace, the terrace that dives on those waves that soothe and lull just like those of the sea. The hands that weave and arms that are being sought. Eyes that are lost on the horizon and dreams that do not yet exist.

The lakeside walks and the randomness of the evenings. Life that passes and trembling heart.

Blue skies and sunsets access. The time of meditation and withdrawal into oneself. Afternoons at the spa and hot baths.

The desire to go and find out, take pictures with the eyes and with that same heart.

Those of happy thoughts, happiness and the memory of it.

I want an autumn like this: red like love, yellow as the still hot sun in the sky, orange as the sunsets at the end of the day, purple as grape grains to munch.

I want an autumn to discover, experience, taste.

Il sorriso della Toscana

That time I (re)discovered smile and happiness in Tuscany. That true and spontaneous smile.
It is the smile of summer, un and avenues of cypresses and pines. That of sunflowers, sea and its nuances, sunsets that amaze and falling stars.
The smile that allows the soul to breathe, that makes it perfect everywhere. That of dinners with friends and forget alarm clocks, natural hair and salt on the skin. That of happy hour by sea and sky view, which illuminates the eyes and inflames the heart.
  It is the smile started by another smile. That of friendship and love, which comes in the morning and stays on the face until one second before gently close your eyes, between a caress on the cheek and one on the chest.

Un pomeriggio con AnnaCristy

One afternoon with bloggers at AnnaCristy house. Fashion, fabrics, pastries, fun.. there were all the ingredients for a super glamorous event.
A visit to the factory to discover how each piece is created and to understand the philosophy of the brand, and then to know and touch the final products: the new capsule collection!
But who is AnnaCristy? AnnaCristy Milano is a company founded in 1974 that manufactures clothes and accessories for every type of woman. Beautiful, high quality, easy to wear and with a focus on attention to detail, just like Anna Brambilla wants, her stylist.
AnnaCristy products and projects are characterized by the unrivaled excellence of Made in Italy style that characterizes all stages of the production chain, from the choice of fabrics used to creativity, up to the process of realization of the four core brands: AnnaCristy, Elena B, Mon Allure and Eisi.
AnnaCristy is a concentrate of creativity and personality that is expressed in the constant search for novelty and the carefully packaging, without forgetting the attention at the right price.
The mood of the creations? Chic street style! To be worn from morning to night, it's enough to change the accessory, no?! AnnaCristy in fact, also pays special attention to the choice of this.
So, are you curious about the new capsule collection? Do not hate me, but you'll have to wait for the next article (:P), but I leave you a discount code, valid until September 30, which will allow you to purchase exclusive items present in the e-commerce www.annacristy.com with a discount of 15%. Just type: desireeai2016

Una Principessa a Forte dei Marmi

Forte dei Marmi, the breakfast with a croissant and a cappuccino in a little place in the center, among bougainvillea and design in wicker, and autumn shopping, because in August I already think about autumn and the season to come. Forte dei Marmi and colorful bicycles, the streets full of life framed by pink and white flowers, and the colorful market. Not a market in the "popular" sense of the term, but a real glamorous event, where the Made in Italy is the master. Fur, bags, shoes, belts; in Forte dei Marmi market you can find anything. Among all kind of fabrics, from silk to grade cashmere (at competitive prices) stand out porcelain, household linen, jewelery and typical hand-painted straw bags embellished with shells, lace, flowers and lace.
Forte dei Marmi and luxury boutiques where you fall in love at every turn, now a pair of shoes, now a purse and a dress.
Symbol of refined sophistication, with its beaches and the "typical" bathhouse of Versilia become known around the world for their tents, and their villas surrounded by greenery and famous clubs like the legendary nightclub La Capannina. Forte dei Marmi and the walks along the jetty, to drink a sunset or wake up the heart with a sunrise, a light sunrise that tinting the sky with pink and hope.
Forte dei Marmi and a princess on vacation, happy and carefree.

Eremo di Santa Caterina del Sasso: un pomeriggio tra pace e natura

A panoramic staircase of 268 steps to reach the gem of Lake Maggiore: the Hermitage of Santa Caterina del Sasso, where the mystic merges with the peace of nature, and the lake with the rock wall form a magnificent backdrop.
Perched on a cliff of rock face overlooking the lake, the Hermitage of Santa Caterina del Sasso is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful and fascinating scenery of Lake Maggiore.
Art and history are integrated beautifully in a natural setting among the most evocative, almost a balcony that juts out into the Gulf Borromeo, Stresa and the islands.
It founded in the thirteenth century by merchant Alberto Besozzi of Arolo, who, during a shipwreck, vowed to St. Catherine of refuge here in a cave. In 1195 he built a church to St. Catherine of Alexandria as a sign of public gratitude for favors received.
 The Hermitage combines a powerful spiritual energy to a special landscape beauty.
A magical place where time seems to stand still, able to transmit tranquility and peace. The perfect place to get lost to listen to own thoughts and heart. To spend an afternoon getting in touch with nature, soul, ego.

#AtypicalPlaces with Desigual

One evening in August and a gallant date. The sun prepares to set, the light soul and a gust of wind that moves the hair, pulled back into a high ponytail, and emanating floral notes to my every step. A trail that can tickle all the strings of a human being, like a sweet melody that comes out of slender hands, gracefully, skim harp, line after line.
A modern city, decided by the characters, which is preparing to rejoice in the happiest hours. Elegant and refined, like Desigual dress that I wear for the occasion, decorated with many romantic flowers black & white.
Two souls meet, hands that touch and intertwine. A kiss and a smile.
A romantic dinner by candlelight, in one of my favorite restaurants, one of them with a breathtaking view made for dreaming.

San Vincenzo con Camelia Roma

August and the holidays in the beautiful Tuscany. Peace for the soul and wonder to behold.

The landscapes, the blue sea and its scented "water", the medieval villages rich in history and tradition, castles and rural churches, and again, the estates in the countryside, the cypress trees and the endless golden expanses. This is Tuscany, for me. Enchantment and wonder.

A walk to the port of San Vincenzo, one of the most popular seaside resorts of Tuscany, just before a drink in one of the many cafes overlooking the sea. One of those that I like so much, with white fluttering curtains, shells and corals as ornaments and blue cushions to sink into bliss. One of those in which breathe that air of sea.

The finest hour of the day, when the sun has already dried the earth and the salt was impregnated on hair and skin. That same skin become golden and emphasized by a whiteness shirt. A '50s Lady, on vacation, with a wide-brimmed straw hat, to shelter from the still warm sun, high-waisted shorts and a bucket bag made of genuine leather. Black with red interior fabric. Elegant and refined, like the woman who wears it.

Vineyard

The beauty. That of an afternoon in late July in the hills, under the blazing gorgeous sun. The magnificence of nature and its activity in a simple way. A sunrise, a sunset, a starry sky or overcast. A landscape that is being lost. A lovely space, nothing finished and definite, the unripe grape smell and a kitten in the shadow of a vineyard.
The beauty of those who laugh and turn the page. Of those who still believe in something. The beauty of the little things, the simple, genuine, well, true. Because the best things are even closer: the light in the eyes, flowers at our feet, the path of the just fine in front of us, the breath of life.
The beauty of a hug, warm, like the wind in the summer, the most beautiful dress to donate. As one of those to go out with in the evening, long, red. An "important" dress. One of those to leave you breathless.
The charm of two eyes that look at you, chase you, lose into your world, and the beauty of a woman and of her smile. Of her perfumed skin and her laugh. The magic, of a love or a friendship, enclosed in a wire coil. That red and invisible wire that binds two destinies.
The beauty, the real one, is in the eyes of the beholder.