The finest balm

"Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love."

Jane Austen

Few things may resist the test of time and space. Few feelings, few dispositions of the soul. With no big surprise, love is one of them. The real love, the capital L love, the one that makes you a better or a worse person. The one that makes you feel as if stars aligned, the earth's core shifted, and a butterfly has flapped its wings somewhere far from here. And suddenly everything is how it should be. Or, actually, many things are.

Another thing is a good book. Or a good song. Kind of obvious since it is coming from me, but think of the wonders that clinging to that very special song can do; or the way you feel when you are Elisabeth Bennet, as you are living as if you were Elisabeth Bennet.

Then, then there is brotherhood. Or sisterhood, in this case. Of the mind, and not of the flesh, mind you. Which is like friendship- only different. It is choosing to compromise between a bond of blood and a bond of the soul, opening your heart and your arms to a new addition in your clan. It is not being able to explain yourself and knowing that somehow you'll be understood, or maybe not, but still. It is being complementary and diametrically opposed, like Heathcliff and Catherine running in the moors. It is like love- only different. And, above all, it is more than rare.

IT. Poche cose possono resistere alla prova del tempo e dello spazio. Poche emozioni, disposizioni dell'animo. Senza grande sorpresa, l'amore è una di queste. Il vero amore l 'Amore con la A maiuscola, quello che ti rende una persona migliore o peggiore. Quello che ti fa sentire come se le stelle si fossero allineate, il centro della terra spostato, e una farfalla abbia sbattuto le ali in qualche luogo lontano . E improvvisamente tutto è come dovrebbe essere. Oppure, nella realtà dei fatti, é come se molte cose lo fossero.
Un'altra cosa è un buon libro. Oppure una bella canzone. Abbastanza ovvio dato che viene da me, ma pensate alle meraviglie che l'aggrapparsi a quella canzone davvero speciale può fare, oppure il modo in cui ti senti quando sei Elisabeth Bennet, poiché mentre scorri veloce tra le pagine e l'inchiostro é come se tu fossi Elisabeth Bennet.
Poi, poi c'è la fratellanza. Oppure sorellanza (bruttissima parola e meraviglioso concetto della lingua italiana), in questo caso. Della mente, e non della carne, intendiamoci. Che è come l'amicizia, solo diverso. È il compromesso fra un legame di sangue e un legame dell'animo, l'aprire il cuore e le braccia ad una nuova aggiunta nel vostro clan. E' non essere in grado di spiegarsi e sapere che in qualche modo sarete compresi, o forse no, ma é questo il punto. È l'essere complementari e diametralmente opposti, come Heathcliff e Catherine erranti per la brughiera. È come l'amore, solo diverso. E, soprattutto, è qualcosa di più che raro.

I was wearing:

H&M pull,

Primark jeggins,

Primark fedora hat,

Ray Ban glasses,

Converse shoes

Vintage 90s leather jacket.

Federica was wearing:

H&M jeans,

MalboroClassics sweater,

Replay Jeans scarf,

Ray Ban sunglasses,

Clarks desert boots

Pennyblack trench.

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I'm a princess and this is my castle.

 

 

.Earlier today I drove Quentin to the airport; he flew back in Belgium, and I will join him in 10 days. I was looking at some of the pictures we shot while he was here, on one of the many bike-adventures we had. The pictures above are those of a castle some half an hour away from my home (by bike, that is)(some 10km?); it is a small castle dating back to the 10th century, which was built on the shores of a river that has now changed its path. It also hosts an archaeological museum with items from a time in which the Romans were not even around yet :) but my favourite things to look at when I come here are two 7th century pirogues that were found purely by chance underwater by two divers. When I was a child, like 6 years old, I once tried to crawl into one of those things (I don't know how I managed that, as the boats are both 9m long and 1m deep, carved into enormous tree trunks), but both my parents and the attendant scolded me so much that I did not want to set foot in the castle until I was in high school.
.It is still very warm in Italy, unusually warm even for us, hence the summer dress. I am obviously not complaining, since I did not really have a summer. Every Italian around me is not as happy as I am though! I really needed the heath and the sun; it feels amazing when the sun is warming my back, and there's a soft breeze and everything's just perfect! It almost makes me forget that real life (eg. finding a job and a flat) is rapidly catching up with me. Way too rapidly.
.This was one of my last real summerish outfits; I wore my beloved jersey and denim dress, paired with those Primark mocassins I've been practically living in (and trust me, it shows, poor fellows) and that Primark bag I am abusing of on a daily basis.
.Don't you like these pictures? They are like, the apotheosis of 'picturesque', are they not? With the Euganean hills and this lovely, soft shade of light...
.Well, I'm off to watch The Edge of Love, eat white grapes and drink my chamomile tea with tons of honey in it! Good night to you all!



The castle in the pictures is Castel San Martino della Vaneza, click here for more info.

I was wearing:

Scout denim and jersey dress

Primark loafers

Primark bag

Vintage sunglasses