I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Let me tell you a little story.
There are certain places in this city that inspire your soul more than any other part of you. The Guastalla Gardens speak to me on sunny days with their magnificence. A charming baroque style pond, the greenery, the antique in the middle of the centre with all of its chaos: makes me feel as if I were time-travelling. So, when this dress came along, there was no doubt it needed an impressive background, and soon enough I was standing in the middle of young people sunbathing, students from the nearby University lying on the grass and reading, children, the elderly. Me, and my duchesse silk dress that prompted a gracious older lady to come near and say: “You know, that Dolce & Gabbana makes you look like a doll from another time.”
I still don’t know if I was more surprised to have her recognize the brand of the dress, or to have such a genuine and poetic compliment from another woman. (No, we are not use to it anymore – too busy fighting each other instead of being united)
So I will confess to a passion of mine: I love poetry. I can spend hours reading it, or listening to opera (I’m a huge Verdi fan, knowing entire operas libretti by heart). Yet one rules above all: if you want the key to my heart, give me a book by Neruda and I am all yours.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I confess I am yet to find a special evening for this outfit. It might be because now it is way too hot for it (the silk is very, very heavy) but it is also because I need a particular moment to remember it by. So I took it out and patiently posed, letting my senses get carried away by the beautiful surroundings and all the while having the XVII Love Sonnet in my head. I studied Spanish so I usually prefer reading everything I can in the language it was written originally, but today I wanted to share the beauty of these verses with everyone, confiding that English could carry the emotions, from me to my readers.
Can you see the details? The temples, the lace, the undeniable romantic feeling of the white and black windows on it?
When I was studying French literature at my University, I had a wonderful professor. She was magnetic, could hold my attention without any signs of faltering for hours, were it at 8 am or 16 pm. Have you ever had teachers like that – who ask for a lot in terms of effort, passion, time, and metaphorically blood, sweat and tears – but give back ten times more through their own passion that penetrates your soul and changes you for life?
We use to study Chateaubriand, more precisely “René”. I don’t know why but this dress makes me feel like a romantic heroine, just like some moments of the novel. It is incredible, how fashion can transcend mere clothing, and speak to those receptive enough to look beyond the apparent shallowness!
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way…
… than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
Can you believe there were people coming up to me in the Gardens, asking to touch the dress? For as weird as that sounds, it isn’t the first time someone asks to touch something I’m wearing. Shoes, dresses, hair, bags – you name it, I’ve had it. Little girls telling moms I look like Barbie? Done! 😀
Don’t be fooled by the pictures, though. The Gardens were full of people, yet of course the photographer and I wanted more magic and poetry, less modern times that translate into people sitting on the benches. Do you think we managed to capture the moment well?
That is all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.