In between showers ♥ Sacha Pistol Boots

Ho la fortuna di abitare in un quartiere delizioso. Casette, villette, piccoli bungalows e vere e proprie ville si affacciano su stradine relativamente strette e bordate di querce e aceri. Una delle mie attività predilette é camminare senza una meta da un cancelletto in legno tinto di blu cielo, ad un muro di pietre e muschio, saltando da una rara macchia di sole all'altra. Amo osservare le finestre, le porte, i grandi vasi di erica che sono l'unico comune denominatore dello stile architettonico belga. Che, in realtà, uno stile non é. Intenta a stilare liste mentali  di cose belle come una panca di legno sotto ad un ciliegio, o un grande vaso di erbe odorose su un balcone. Stringendo il trench, perchè qui, in estate, fa freddo. Una marinière, una passata di smalto che mi riporta all'adolescenza, e quelle che molto probabilmente saranno le mie scarpe dell'estate: i tanto agognati pistol boots di Sacha.

Se il cielo è sempre grigio, quello che ci resta non è proprio l'aggrapparsi al sogno di giorni deliziosi a venire?

Buttercups and happy thoughts ♥ Pull&Bear birdies dress and oversize denim shirt

Finalmente sentire il sole che scotta sul viso. Finalmente sentire quell'aria che sa di ranuncoli e di amici. Correre tra i prati a gambe scoperte fino a non avere più fiato, per poi abbandonarsi all'ozio ed osservare il cielo coperto da petali gialli. Vivere con il naso all'insù, con gli occhi semi aperti e nelle orecchie il suono del vento. Il profumo di un libro nuovo e appena aperto, un sorso di acqua e menta. Alternare parole inebrianti a pensieri profondi o puerili, con gli occhi chiusi, soli in mezzo agli altri.

I pensieri felici, sono quelli a portarti in aria.

Questa è la domenica che auguro a tutti voi.

Finally feeling the hot sun on your face. Finally breathing in that air that smells ofbuttercups and friends. Running through the meadows in bare legs until you arebreathless, and then surrender to idleness and watch the sky covered with yellow petals.Living with eyes half open and in your ears the sound of the wind. The smell of a new book just opened, a sip of water and mint. Alternate inebriating words to profound or puerile thoughts , with eyes closed, alone in the midst of others.

You just think happy thoughts. They lift you into the air.

This is the Sunday that I wish to all of you.

I was wearing:

Pull & Bear birds dress and belt,

Quentin's denim shirt,

Valentina handmade bag,

Primark key ring.

Voile and Polka dots

EN. There are people in the world, too sensitive for their own good. Whose whole being is often shaken from top to bottom, discombobulated, as the few and pale cherry blossoms in the violent storms that are hitting Belgium, victim of a winter that still does not want to leave. And what remains of these flowers is nothing but a handful of petals scattered on the lawn. Useless and empty, only able to elicit sadness in the observer, aware of what these pale remnants, the ruins of fallen glories, once were or could have been.
Defy the rain, and the violent gusts of wind, if you feel your soul is much closer to that of a cherry blossom than you would have wanted to, or that you would have thought.
Sooner or later, after the uncertainties of spring, summer comes.

IT. Ci sono persone, al mondo, troppo sensibili per il loro bene. Il cui intero essere spesso viene scosso da cima a fondo, scombussolato, come i pochi e pallidi fiori di ciliegio nei violenti temporali che stanno colpendo il Belgio, vittima di un inverno che ancora non vuole andarsene. E quel che resta, di questi fiori, non é che una manciata di petali sparsi su un prato. Inutili e vuoti, capaci solo di suscitare tristezza nell'osservatore, conscio di cio' che quei pallidi rimasugli, quelle vestigia di fasti ormai decaduti sono stati o avrebbero potuto essere.

Sfidate quella pioggia, e le violente folate di vento, se sentite che la vostra anima é più vicina a quella di un ciliegio di quello che vorreste, o che avreste pensato.

Prima o poi, dopo le incertezze della primavera, arriverà l'estate.

I was wearing:

Benetton pull,

NafNaf skirt,

Tezenis tights,

Ray Ban glasses,

Primark patent loafers.

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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.