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.

L'altalena del sorriso

I like crazy people, they scent of life.

I like strange people. Those who laugh without a reason and crying just because they feel like it.

I like those who say what they think, without sounding stupid. Those who can recount and choose words with taste.

I like those who dare and who are not afraid of what people think.

I like the special people. Those that you admire but do not know them. Those that stand out, but with elegance.

I like beautiful people, inside. And those who preserve the wonder of children.

I like those in black and white. Changing mood but then, at the end, choose to be happy.

I like strong people. Those who fall and get up, without too many problems.

I like people who laugh loud, and who can make me laugh. Those that fix you a long time and not know why.

I like real people. Those who dream and told it in the eyes. Those traveling without ever starting. Those who are with the mind elsewhere.

I like people who love and when they choose to love, they love to distraction. Those who live, really live.

And I like to think that it takes little to return children. A swing where rocking for hours with a sweet thought, that draws on the face that curve called smile.

Sognavo l'Africa

L'Africa è il luogo dove, quando la sera il sole tramonta e l'aria si fa fresca e si riempie di strani suoni, puoi socchiudere gli occhi e sorridere in pace, come chi è finalmente tornato a casa.

Piccole donne crescono

We are born little and helpless, in need of care and affection. Sweet and tender, with eyes eager to discover the world.
We do not know what we are and where we are going. But most of all with whom. Who will accompany us on our way, when we are old enough to no longer need the hand of mothers and fathers, to learn to walk, step by step, fall after fall. Friends, fake friends, people who want to take something from us, but others, who want to give us a smile, and others who will try to remove it.
Day after day we grow, we become, we form. We are constantly evolving.
We sharpen the nails and character. We fight, dream, suffer, love, shout, laugh and cry.
We have "time no" and "those yes", those that make us more and more desire to achieve our goals and to realize all our dreams.
We have that power in the soul, that when we're on the ground, we will always raise. Even when we believe that we have hit bottom, when we will think of not succeeding. But we will rise, more fortified than before, and we will resume our journey. Step by step, like when we were little.
"Being a woman is so fascinating. It's an adventure that takes such courage, a challenge that is not bored. You' ll have so many things to be taken if born a woman. To begin with, you' ll have to beat you to argue that if God exists could also be an old woman with white hair or a beautiful girl. Then you' ll have to beat you to explain that sin was not born the day when Eve plucked the apple: that day arose a great virtue called disobedience. Finally you' ll have to beat to prove that inside that body smooth and round there is an intelligence that asks to be listened to."
So on this special day, in which 26 years ago was born a little princess with doe eyes, which has become a little woman, I hope to always have that strength, that smile, that light in the eyes and the sweetness, hidden (but that is), in spite of everything.
Happy Birthday Princess!

Romantic holidays

 
"Where are you going, miss?" -he said- "Let's go see the sea?"
Her eyes, at the mention of what has always been her great love, the sea, lit up with a light so intense that it was day.
After coasting along the entire coast, with the wind that fluttering the scarf on that warm July and distributed her smiles to everyone who passed, the car stopped at the destination.
 He got out first and, like a true gentleman, opened the door. Red ballerinas sprouted from the black Cadillac and with small graceful steps, she appeared, romantic and graceful in those shorts that showed the waist. They walked along the harbor, exchanging smiles and sweet words, then sat down on a bench to watch the sunset. He hugged her gently and she, in that warm embrace in which she dropped, looked at the sea, through her black sunglasses, sighed and thought, "I'll be back at midnight, like Cinderella, to where I'm processed, and it will be the end of a fairy tale". Or just the beginning.

Blue thoughts

Blue as the sky and the sea. Blue as the deepest ocean.
Blue as the most beautiful eyes in the world, for those few "chosen". Blue as sapphires and lapis lazuli.
Thoughts, dreams and desires follow one another like waves in our sea, the sea that lulls our minds.
What does water dream when asleep? To find her pearl, one that some fisherman has brutally stolen, or to be reunited with her brother Ocean? Who knows what thoughts guards along with jewels and coffers of the abyss. How many words would have to say, what secrets to tell.
The mind is like water: when you shake it becomes difficult to see, but if you allow yourself to calm down, the answer will appear clear. Like when, overcome uncertainty before a dip in the blue that conceals everything, damn good, damn scary, take courage and you find yourself breathing in those nuances of life. Everything becomes clear, the mind "cleans", leaving those "torture" there, on the mainland, where you left them. And while swimming, you can find a different light, the light of clarity, to shy sunbeams that ask "permission" to Neptune's house.

My Dolce Vita

A restaurant situated in the historic center of the city, a sophisticated and charming place that immediately brings you back in time.
Behind an iron gate, in an old courtyard in a perfect shabby style, surrounded by pink flowers here and there, a glass greenhouse and many tables in the garden for outdoor dining, lit by many other candles.
A lovely place, my favorite, where you can breathe a refined and romantic atmosphere, but relaxed at the same time.
Soft pink thoughts are released in the air, dancing with the aroma of coffee. That of the soft cappuccino accompanied by delicious fruit pastries. Because life sometimes needs only sweetness. That sweetness that you can find only in Paris.
I could almost be able to hear Parisian artists whistling the melodic Vie en Rose, releasing, for each brush stroke on the canvas, a wave of pink flowers. I imagine my sweet life like this, with a dress that looks like something out of the brush of a painter, made even more romantic by a big white hat, ready to fly away, like the notes of a song, at the first gust of wind . Light, like a long dreamily sigh.

Summer feeling

A villa, Casa Cuniolo, nestled in a Castle hill, here in Tortona, dominating the center of the city; the villa of dreams.
Breakfast with brioche, cappuccino, jam and fresh fruit at will, in a romantic and fragrant garden, poolside.
Peaceful setting, interrupted only by the awakening of the birds, and the rays of a hot July sun, ready to make my golden skin.
The elegance of a high-waisted bikini, ivory, and luxury made in Italy of Grazia'lliani, whose creative force is to underline the innate elegance of women with a sophisticated and sensual image. Even at the beach or in the pool I never give to that sophistication that makes "only" a woman and her beachwear, as the pin on the central bow, a detail that immediately caught my attention.
The goal of Grazia'lliani is precisely to give to the women that elegance, light and unforgettable, in everyday life, from homewear to beachwear and outwear. Each item is made exclusively in Italy by local industries.
If you are looking for the perfect bikini to pack and maybe even a nice cover-ups (I've had wonderful!), I suggest you take a look at their online shop.
Now I leave you, tan is waiting for me ;)

Un amore tra le nuvole

We travel for many reasons, for infinite interests, to work, to expand our knowledge, to find oneself, to find a contact with nature, with people. We travel for love, to be free, to live.
Everyone traveling in their own way and according to their possibilities, the important thing is to have the spirit to move, learn and discover. For some travel is a necessity, a desire that comes from the soul to be able to go to places you desire and discover new horizons.
"But the real travelers start to leave and just: hearts light, like balloons that only the case moves eternally, they always say "Let's go", and do not know why. Their desires are in the shape of the clouds."
I love traveling and this is well known, but may not know how I'm in love with planes and airports. I could spend hours and hours, lying on a grass, watching the white streak of a plane cut high in the blue sky, dreaming of being up there in the clouds of desires, live in some kind of latitude, meridian, parallel of this planet.
Airports are places of meetings of flying objects, that make you closer to the sky, always the goal of man. A meeting place for different people, people of all nationalities, cultures and religions, people everywhere. People leave and people arriving. People greet family and friends. People leaving for a long period or forever. People arriving for the first time in a place unknown to them.
The airport is full of life, of coming and going, full of happiness and sadness. The airport is one of those places where I would spend the days, so even without starting, just to watch the people, imagine their state, and to watch the planes ready for take-off, with the roll of engines that makes me so mad .
The airport is a mingling of travelers and dreamers, my place. In the airport you are already in the sky even before boarding the plane.

Sicilian Dream

The scent of summer, on a terrace overlooking the sea surrounded by flowers and citrus fruits, those citrus fruits and that turquoise sea, a thousand shades, that do immediately think of Sicily and the islands that surround it. A peculiar beauty with an insatiable charm. Yes, Sicily is like this.. you are never satisfied. More you see it and more you fall in love. And this know well my heart designers that, with their creations, make us to dream, savor, sigh those enchanted scenarios.

That Sicily famous for granite, landscapes, history, traditions, food and then they... the majolica, ceramics from the brightly patterned, floral and geometric, that make my eyes like hearts every time I see them . If they are drawn on a dress or a skirt Dolce&Gabbana, I become one with the hearts.

For some time I was looking for a skirt that tells speaks about Sicily, at least, a couple of years, but I never could find it. So, given that the trends this summer does not excite me that much, I decided to create it. You should know that one of my biggest dreams, is precisely to create my own line of clothing and wear something created by me.

A few months ago I went from my seamstress, which also has rich and signed fabrics, saying: "I want a Sicilian skirt, one of those with majolica designed... like Dolce&Gabbana?", she opened the closet and showed me the Dolce&Gabbana stuff.... can you imagine my eyes at the sight of that wonder colored? Within seconds the shop filled with hearts!

The rest came by itself, I explained the model I had in mind, pencil, with high belt in contrast and back vent. And here it is, my skirt Désir de Princess, the first of a long series, worn in a sicilian mood, with a big straw hat, Violavinca coral pumps and Dsquared2 diva sunglasses.

For the name I wanted something special, something that spoke about me and that could identify the entire line only appoint hearing. So, asking some advice to my best friend, we have coined Désir de Princess, where my name and the name of the blog are married together.

Do you like it? I love it, but obviously I'm biased ;)

Dèjeuner sur l'herbe

I always loved art, in all its forms, and art history. Do you think that, at school, it was one of those lessons (or perhaps the only) I could afford to read once and it has already learned. Something that has not happened for history, that I could study it and repeat it all day I did not really entered (and bored me too!).
Painting is an art form that has always fascinated and passionate me, most of my favorite painters are French and all Impressionists such as Degas, who with his dancers made me dream, Monet and Manet. And the famous "Luncheon on the Grass" of the latter, with the virtuosity of expression and the contrast of blacks and bright colors, is one of those paintings that remained in my heart. But how would his art work in 2015?
I think it would be an Italian pic-nic, in a Sunday in June, in the shade of a large oak tree, with fresh fruit at will, bread (ok, the baguette is not very Italian but in the picture is good :P) and sausages (only a slice through, otherwise I get all fat and pimples and then I can not be a model!), a nice glass of rosé and that scent of linden in the air that immediately makes summer.

Please don't stop the music!

I am made for the 50% of dreams and the other 50% of music.
The music, that friend that gives me encouragement and strength at any time of the day, in every moment of life.
Listening to music 10 hours a day and I never tire of her. It helps me to think, write, study, relax, never leaves me. My life is marked by the notes that follow the player, from the most classical to the most rock, depending on the time, as needed.
I am an extrovert and expansive, I like being with people, but I love to be alone with myself. There are times when I really needed to get that out of the inner world, from all the people around me. It is not selfishness, it's a necessity. Not by chance, in fact, I'd like to have a private islet where I could take refuge in those days, weeks, months. The only one that would be welcome, always her: music.
In those times or in those hours of the day while I am with myself, I love walking, surrounded by nature, with the song of the period or the day in the ears. Thus, in repeat.. 10, 100 times. That sound clear, clean, amazing coming out from my Bose headphones and get to flow in my veins, until it touches every single cell of my body. Just us, me and my lifeblood, and for that moment I forget everything.

Come una Ninfa

An enchanted garden and a palette of blue, green, light blue and pink create a dreamy atmosphere suspended between surrealism and abstraction, as in a gallery of paintings between the Enlightenment and Fauvism. In the air the smell of the pond filled with water lilies, wild flowers, freshly cut grass... here is where the nymphs hide, between flowers and leaves. They have a fresh face blossoming between their long dark hair, a rosebud for a mouth, the magic in the eyes and that dreamy air, sometimes misleading, that so crazy Gods. They are sylvan creatures with romantic dresses that seem to grow like ivy on their bodies and floral crowns, to emphasize that these creatures are part of the flora. But like all modern nymphs, they move like graceful ballerinas, from their heels, to the tune of their melodic voices, including branches of flowers and branches of plantains in their fairy gardens, in a sharp contrast with the lightness of a beauty that lasts a moment, like a falling leaf on the water.

Bond Girl

A call in the middle of a yoga class. A new top secret mission.
A summer suit, a thin layer of red lipstick and big Yves Saint Laurent sunglasses.
A plane from New York to Los Angeles and a car ready to run away.
A birthday party, Ron's, Mexican businessman who, as they say in Italy, "played with fire too."
15.000 guests, all gathered in the garden of his villa, but among them are hidden infiltrators determined to make the poor Ron dancing to the sound of maracas.
Just missing him and the mission can begin. Bond, James Bond.

Lady Dsquared

 
Lately I have a new fixation, it is called: red. Yes, the lover of pink, blue and black regard to clothing, has fallen in love or infatuated (we'll see how it will evolve the lovestory) of a warm, flashy and confident color just like the red and the image it want to convey. Maybe the passion for this color is just a fleeting crush, or not, and maybe due to the fact that the color of love par excellence, as you could see, "burned" the catwalks, becoming one of the hottest colors season.
So this spring, forget even the number of fire engines and get ready to burn the streets of the city, I have already begun!
A red pencil skirt combined with beloved white shirt, a big black hat as the Miu Miu pumps, red clutch and Dsquared2 cat sunglasses, that I've found on giarre.com. Definitely perfect to complete my ladylike look, is not it?

Chic Gardening

Dreams are like flowers. They must be cultivated with determination when they are buds, they must be looked after...dreamed.

We must prepare them fertile ground and, like small seeds, they must be growned and processed in sprouts until they take root in our present. 

Each has its season and its needs. Sun and water are vital sources, but the flowers and dreams must be treated with love and delicacy.

We must give them all the care they need; they must be loved, sprayed, pruned, fertilized and the best fertilizer is always love. The love and passion for what we do.

Only after much attention, care and sacrifice, we see blossoming our "pride" and admire it in all its beauty.

Dreams are like that, they must be fed, encouraged, always. Otherwise, how weak shoots, die soon, never become sturdy plants, do not change the life. Neither ourselves nor to others.

Dreams are just like flowers, if you do not take care they lose their beauty but if you let them flourish may make you proud and happy of care provided to them. Because one of the most fascinating things in the flowers is their wonderful secrecy.

Daniela D'Amico Fluffy tee

Although I'm not a crop top lover, when I saw the new collection of t-shirts for spring/summer 2015 signed by Daniela D'Amico, I immediately made an exception! Maybe for the colored inserts in faux fur on the sleeves, either for prints inspired by the ancient mosaics and traditional fruits of Sicily, and the particularity of Fluffy Tee in itself but, I was immediately impressed. So passed the initial panic from "oh my God I have the umbilicus outside", I immediately thought to match it to a must of this season, the high waist pants, which highlight the waist and create an effect in my opinion, very "stylish". In addition the risk umlicus exposed, with attached "teen effect", is averted from its high-waisted pants that make the look immediately "ladylike". Perfect this Giorgio Armani that invokes the same colors of the print Fluffy tee: brown, gray and bronze. Is not it?

So, if you want to wear again crop top (they were a trend already last summer), remember these two imperatives: high waist and crop top!

Regina di Fiori

Among the trends of this spring/summer 2015 can not miss it: the maxi dress.
Romantic, sexy or essential, the dress-must is down to the feet.
Perfect for a walk through the narrow streets of the seaside village but also for a citizen vernissage, fresh and essential to free from the constraints of a very hot summer but perfect for a dinner by candlelight: the maxi dress is the passepartout item of the season, decline day and night simply changing the accessories.
One more idea? The flowers crown, a must have among the accessories of the season (I spoke here), for a romantic look for real Queens of Flowers!

Vacanze Romane

Close your eyes and go back in time, in 1950 to be exact, when in Rome celebrated the Dolce Vita. That Rome where, through the streets of Corso, we turned only with the vespa without meters and all traffic of today. When Italy was really the Bel Paese and Roman Holiday was not only the title of the famous film with the Hepburn, but a dream shared by the whole world. A city rich in history and charm, which has enchanted millions and millions of people. In my opinion, the Italian pride.

And then its icons. Beautiful, indeed very beautiful. As only the divas of the 50s were able to be: charm and elegance in a pure state, that current superstar even if they are dreaming.

The years of the trench, the midi skirts, the scarf in the hair and big glasses for true divas. Because they were so, always perfectly clean even when they went to fill wicker baskets of their favorite flowers, losing in the sweet notes of the famous song of Matia Bazar, Vacanze Romane, among roses, tulips, orchids and other wonderful species, and then leave on the red vespa with the fluttering scarf and baskets full of flowers ready to greet His Majesty, the Colosseum.

Roma bella tu, le muse tue

Asfalto lucido, "Arrivederci Roma"...

Barbie va al supermercato

A little Barbie, a little doll and maybe even a little strawberry. Thus began the week, in pink, with the scent of fresh flowers and yogurt with berries and grains. With another Monday but with the smile and the eyes still full of sea, thinking about the weekend just ended in the beloved Portofino (you can see the photos on my Instagram profile @desireedaloia).

Barbie in a total pink look (the brunette), because there is no Barbie without pink and there is no pink without Barbie. A Barbie (actually two) that goes to the supermarket, but not just any. Barbies chic do not go neither to the Coop, sorry Luciana (Littizzetto), and even to the Esseluga. No, they do snob and only go into supermarkets IN, where there's people IN and products IN (read quality). They buy milk "Roberto Cavalli" and meat of the best butchers in London, "Burberry" so to speak. You know, the quality meat is the Anglo-Saxon (read as: the real cool boys are the English Dandy). And the bread? French course, a nice baguette "Vuitton" did not handle anyone. Not even the diet.