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.

Verbania: tra incanto e poesia

Magic and romance, this is hidden in each lake. Whatever it is, wherever it is. In any season and at any time of day.

The lake has always been a rich reminder of charm and surprises. Sunrises and sunsets painted by a thousand shades like a painter's palette. Of pages read on a bench and colorful flowers that perfume the air and make Verbania a lakeside garden overlooking the Borromeo Gulf. A place full of charm and poetry, able to seduce and enthrall with its timeless beauty.

On the shore slopes gently to the lake, Verbania is a succession of luxurious villas and lush gardens.

It has always been a destination for elite travelers, such as painters and poets in search of inspiration. Cured and equipped Verbania looks like a balcony from which to enjoy magnificent views of the lake, such as Villa Giulia or Villa Rusconi Clerici.

Overlooking the gulf you can see Isola Madre and in the background Isola Bella and Isola dei Pescatori. Set like jewels, starting from 800 were proudly displayed. Now easily accessible from Verbania by boat, to admire natural beauty, scenery and quaint villages that enchant and captivate with their beauty and poetry.

 Verbania, a postcard, of those who remember "La Dolce Vita" of the '60s.

 Here the houses are colorful, just like a child would do with his pastels, yellow, orange, pink and blue, the wind whispers names carried in the heart and Love strolling along the lake, in the gardens of Villa Taranto or enjoying a dinner as it likes, by candlelight, with watchful eyes that plunge into the lake illuminated by his majesty Moon.

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.

Rimske Terme: il luogo dove storia e modernità si incontrano

Located in one of the most beautiful places in Slovenia, Lasko, Rimske Terme literally, "Roman Baths" - combine modern tourism services with a rich tradition.
The city owes its name to the ancient Romans who exploited the benefits of its thermal waters that gushed out from the cracks of the dolomitic rocks of Straznik. In 39 BC, in fact, they built the first swimming pools with hot and cold water in the place where now occupied by the Rimske Terme.
For a long time the baths were available only to members of the upper classes and senior military officers, only in recent years have become accessible to all who want to benefit from their healing effects.
Here, in the beautiful surroundings of the spa, you will discover the true meaning of the saying "mens sana in corpore sano". Rimske Terme are, in fact, in an idyllic place, a fairytale landscape surrounded by lush forests and mountains, and a park that since 1879 is home to giant sequoias, tulip trees, Japanese cypress, yew and many other exotic trees.
The thermal water of Rimske Terme is one of the richest in Slovenia for content of chemical elements beneficial to the human body. It is been shown that water helps to cure various orthopedic, rheumatic, gynecological, dermatological, respiratory and pulmonary, gastrointestinal and neurological diseases. Besides the excellent location in the beautiful Savinja Valley, with its pristine forests, it has a beneficial effect on chronic lung diseases. But Rismke Terme are also home to the better rehabilitation equipped medical center in Slovenia. Here, expert physiotherapists, along with rehabilitation professionals, draw up rehabilitation programs that help to recover from injury and illness.
Rimske Terme is the ideal place for relaxing in the healing waters of Amalia source or the Roman source, find inner peace in the country of Varinia saunas, where you can enjoy the Finnish sauna, Turkish and infrared. After the sauna, pamper yourself with body wraps, exfoliation, the Kneip programs or enjoying a massage with essential oils to regain energy and health. Or indulge in a magical and romantic moment with your partner, in the historic center of the nymphs bathroom, in the four authentic stone vats and six modern vats for couples.

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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.