Scarpe Clarks, il look perfetto con i Desert Boots

I "desert boots" sono una vera e propria icona, una calzatura casual che ha saputo conquistare il mondo della moda facendosi chic. Questa tipologia di scarpa, ideata per la prima volta dall'inglese Nathan Clark, è oggi un must have per il look maschile, consigliata a chi ama un modello dal fascino immortale e che ha fatto la storia della moda moderna.

Rendez-vous à Paris

A pink rose, my favorite, in the mailbox and a note:

"For my Princess,

I am waiting for you under Arco della Pace... 18:00 o'clock...
I have a surprise for you <3 "

I read the note a couple of times. We never met at the Arco della Pace, it goes like Paris! I smile to the idea and I start to daydream... I wonder how it would meet in Paris, the city of love.
Let's meet in Paris, under the Arc du Triomphe.
Let's meet there in a sunny day of March, among a caress and an embarrassed smile. Among a kiss on the wind and scent of roses.
Let's meet like this. Eyes into eyes, like the first time.
A kiss on the cheek, "bonne journée cherie!" and a cadeau pour moi. A walk along the Seine eating macarons and a laugh that is lost on his mouth among a bites and a kiss.
Paris, with his homage to the splendor of the past and Latin atmosphere, where peace and love are floating in the air as the music of the street performers.
The Champs-Elysées with its cafés and luxury boutiques. A casquet to Place de la Concorde, with its stately elegance as a backdrop, and then lose ourselves in the eighteenth-century atmosphere, calm and relaxed, of the Jardin des Tuileries. Among the wonderful allegorical statues and endless green spaces, two pastel-colored chairs under a blooming cherry tree, just waiting for us and our laughter.
A champagne flute overhanging the city from the Eiffel Tower and a dinner by candlelight in the festive atmosphere full of life of the Latin Quarter, then end the evening observing, embraced, the lit "Lady" sailing on bateau mouche, continuing to enjoy its atmosphere of total peace and tranquility.
18:00 o'clock and a figure under the arch to expect me. A smile that I know and a bouquet of roses hidden, until I arrived, behind his back.
After a kiss, the return to reality.
Back to Milan, under the Arco della Pace.
He took my hand and we move in that city that, tonight, has that Paris' sweet and romantic taste.

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.