Dolcemente complicata

She was a complicated person.
Complicated in the gestures, in the thoughts, to say words, even embrace. She was one of those people that, seemed to have struggled against something and now, now she just wanted to stand while being lost. She was one of those complex people smiling, always with the feet on the ground but with the head and heart elsewhere.
Complicated because she didn't saw only one color, but all the nuances, complex because she could not be content, no more.
Complicated because her thoughts were almost never light, many times weighed, crushed, but then, cradled between the notes of distant, listen, remember songs.
Complicated because she kept trying smiles, without tiring. Because she distinguished them. Because she said she would not make it, but then, with surprise get up and do not know how, take it forever. Complicated because she would not open at all, but only in front of a pair of honest eyes.
Without break up body and soul she was able to enter gently in the heart, without noise, without doing evil. But you heard it too, because she was able to touch and make vibrate gently with pure emotions ropes of this.
Complicated because she asked with the eyes and not with words, so damned incomprehensible.
Protecting and knew the extreme sweetness of loving, loaded on her shoulders the weight of the day, then trust any secret at night. She could protect against sudden storms. Often she flooded, but continued to breathe, without sinking.
She was one of those people that you would not say: they are beautiful. Perhaps because the complexity scares, lands, leaves you so: unprepared.
In front of the banality and a life devoted to frivolous, granted, no taste, she could give it to them, even when everything seemed to dry like a wilderness. Dry and off as rainy days.
She could sweep the monotony of gray and give color and flavor: that of dreams color of the sky, prairie color of hope, the red color of the lips, the love color of life.

Sweet, sugar, candy girl

The scent of freshly baked croissants, jam ones, the only ones I like, which blends in the crisp May. The cappuccino with two lumps of sugar for a sweet awakening. The blue sky and the feeling of lightness that floats like a light cloud of cotton candy.
The hills, the city view and a huge park, that of the castle. I don not still said, but here in Tortona once there was really a castle, stood on the hill Savo, the most important of the seven on which, according to tradition, was founded my city. Now remain only the tower, much like that of Rapunzel, and its park. An oasis of peace where you breathe deeply, forgetting for a moment the hectic life that takes place a little later, and regain the prosperity and happiness of children running happily in those fields. The pink and roses, those of May, my favorite, and the desire to run and jump like them, without thinking of Gigliola Cinquetti and "non ho l'età" which to return a second child we always are on time. Also to make "bubbles" with the legendary Big Babol of childish 90s.

Pelle & Pellicce

Among the trends and "big returns" of this fall winter 2014/15, there are definitely leather, chic, aggressive and super versatile, and very soft fur, the true prevailing trend of the season. 

Let's face it, the return of leather was just around the corner. In recent fashion shows fashion designers have taken to the catwalk not only biker jacket as well as trousers, leggings and pencil or full skirt, reminiscent of the 80s. 

From the encounter between a leather skirt, found on Choies, and a fur vest, always found on Choies, comes a romantic outfit with a retro twist. 

To complete the look, my favorite shirt with a big bow and Moschino brogues. 

Needless to say I love the result, and you? 

I'm a Princess

There are days when I more dreamy than usual. 

Days when my dreams go far beyond the imagination, becoming real movie. 

Days where you just need a skirt, fuchsia, to feel a princess. Imagining /dreaming to go through a beautiful flower garden, among the scents of tulips, peonies and hydrangeas. 

Passing between the roses, red and pink, and then get lost in the beauty of a small pond bordered by palm trees, until, in the colors and scents of plants and flowers, the entrance of the majestic castle. 

Everything in the romantic setting of the '50s, at the time of her that I consider the epitome of elegance: Grace Kelly. 

Or I see myself on a Vespa, this time through the streets of an hot and sunny Rome, embraced my Gregory Peck. 

I start the week in this way, dreaming of being a princess... I can't even dream, to be a Princess I don't need a Prince and a crown!