First beams of spring ♥ Armani vintage blazer and flower oxfords

EN. I want warm days, days that smell like flowers and rain water drying in the sunlight, and of woods and forests and earth; I want spring days, and that soft, warm shade of sunlight that I cannot seem to find here in Brussels. Here light is always so bright, so revealing; maybe because when the sun manages to break through the wall of clouds it feels it's its duty to shine at his brightest. To make you remember how the warmth of light feels on your cheeks. And tell you that you have not been forgotten, and that even though hidden by the thick layers of fog it has never quite abandoned you.

Belgium has welcolmed spring with actual sun beams, and even though they still don't last a whole day, I could not be happier. Especially when they colour the world in a light shade of apricot pink.
Have a lovely, sunny week you all ♥

Voglio giorni caldi, giorni che profumino di fiori e di acqua piovana che asciuga al sole, e di boschi, e di terra; voglio giornate di primavera, e quella tonalità morbida, calda della luce del sole che qui a Bruxelles non riesco a trovare. Qui la luce è sempre così luminosa, così rivelatrice, forse perché quando il sole riesce a sfondare il muro di nuvole si sente in dovere di brillare al massimo delle sue capacità. Per farti ricordare come il calore della luce si faccia sentire sulle tue guance. E per dirti che non sei stato dimenticato, e che, anche se nascosto dai spessi strati di nebbia, non ti ha mai veramente abbandonato.
Il Belgio ha salutato la primavera con raggi di sole veri, e anche se ancora non durano un giorno intero, non potrei essere più felice. Specialmente quando colorano il mondo in un dolce rosa albicocca.
Auguro una bella settimana di sole a tutti voi ♥

I was wearing:

H&M pull,

Armani jacket (vintage),

Primark  jeans,

Ray Ban glasses,

Urban Outfitters watch necklace,

Primark bag,

Casio watch,

New Look shoes.

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Pull&Bear Old School Dress - Je t'aimerai si l'amour passe, si l'amour passe ici

E' quando tutto è avvolto da quel soffio leggero di arietta frizzantina, quando le temperature si abbassano, quando le giornate si fanno più corte e il cielo del tramonto si tinge di sfumature violacee che Bruxelles da il meglio di sé. Albe infuocate che fanno presagire una giornata di pallido sole, che invece sfociano in giornate umide, grigie, piovose. Perfino la pioggia assume un fascino tutto particolare nell'autunno e nell'inverno brussellesi. A piccole dosi, chiaramente. Ma i veri brussellesi sanno godersi la vita. Conoscono il valore del passeggiare tenendosi per mano nel Parc de Bruxelles sotto i timidi raggi del sole pomeridiano. Conoscono la complicità del condividere una sciarpa molto lunga, o un ombrello molto piccolo. Conoscono i posti migliori dove rifugiarsi nei lunghi pomeriggi piovosi. Le vere brussellesi sanno che uscire con un abitino in un giorno di pioggia può farti provare un brivido ribelle (chi l'ha detto che bisogna dress for the weather?); che indossare una gonna in una giornata di sole è una piccola celebrazione, un silenzioso ringraziamento a quello che è l'autunno più mite e piacevole da anni. Da quando sono un po' brussellese anche io, sono stata iniziata ai piccoli piaceri segreti della vita belga. E non potrei più farne a meno.

EN. It is when everything is wrapped in the soft breath of the brisk breeze, when temperatures fall, when the days get shorter and the evening sky is tinged with purple hues that Brussels gives the best of itself. Fiery sunrises that make you dream of a day of pale sunshine, resulting instead in rather damp, gray, rainy days. Even the rain has a special charm in the fall and winter of Brussels. In small doses, of course. But the real people of Brussels know how to enjoy life. They know the value of walking holding hands in the Parc de Bruxelles in the timid rays of afternoon sun. They understand the complicity of sharing a very long scarf, or a very small umbrella. They know the the best places to take shelter on the long rainy afternoons. The girls of Brussels know that going out with a dress on a rainy day can make you feel a rebel (who said you have to dress for the weather?), or that wearing a skirt in a sunny day is a small celebration, a silent thanks to this autmn, the milder and nicer autumn in years. Since I have become a bit a girl of Brussels myself, I have been

initiated to the secret little pleasures of life in Belgium. And I could never do without them, now.

I was wearing:

Armani vintage woolen blazer,

Pull and Bear dress worn as skirt,

Zara pull,

Ray Ban glasses,

Casio watch,

Primark satchel bag.

Inside photos were taken at AM Sweet, my favorite tea room.  4, Rue des Chartreux 1000 Brussels. 

Autumn: A Dirge (Percey Shelley)

.I am back in Brussels! I was welcomed by an unusually sunny weather, even though the temperature is remarkably different compared to the one in Italy. On Saturday I had to get up REALLY early, like 5am, in order to catch my flight. I am the kind of person that, when extremely tired, either feels nauseous for the lack of sleep or reacts by being hyper-active. Needless to say, this weekend I managed to keep myself extremely busy. We did not really spent the weekend lazying off, but took long walks in the countryside with Quentin's dog, gathering chestnuts and chamomile (we are chamomilophiles). We even went second-hand-furniture-hunting for the new apartment (that we don't have yet!). Cooked twice for his whole family (he has quite a large family, especially by Italian standards), baked chocolate chip cookies and chestnuts.
.I was wearing an old a vintage Armani woolen blazer I found in my mother's closet, my go-to H&M pull (which I L-O-V-E, I wish I had it in all the colors it comes in!), and my ancient Converse shoes. I bought these back in the emo days, in my first year of university, and even though they are thorn and worn out I cannot decide to part with them, as they've traveled the whole of Europe with me!
.You can finally see my remarkably unremarkable ombre hair. I wouldn't have risked LLYMLRS-like blonde ends with my almost blackish hair! Too bad though, maybe I should have.
.And here are my new glasses. Will they make me feel comfortable about wearing glasses in public? I dearly hope so, as contacts are NOT an option in my world, as eye-make up isn't. I am a bit of an eye-freak, I find them just disgusting.
.I found this other amazing Shelley poem in the English literature book I am currently reading (and I am desperately trying to save, as I normally read books in a matter of hours, no kidding. I'm one hell of a fast reader, without spoiling the pleasure of reading though. And it did come in handy university-wise.). So enjoy some romanticism and have a great start of the week!

Autumn: A Dirge


The warm sun is falling, the bleak wind is wailing,
The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,
And the Year
On the earth is her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,
Is lying.
Come, Months, come away,
From November to May,
In your saddest array;
Follow the bier
Of the dead cold Year,
And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.

The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,
The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling
For the Year;
The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
To his dwelling.
Come, Months, come away;
Put on white, black and gray;
Let your light sisters play--
Ye, follow the bier
Of the dead cold Year,
And make her grave green with tear on tear. 

I was wearing:

H&M basic batwing pull,

Primark jeggins,

Converse sneakers,

Ray Ban glasses,

Casio watch

Thomas Sabo bracelet

H&M scarf.