i sogni diventano realtà

Do you ever have a dream in life that it almost feels so real you can feel your surroundings.

Dreams become a reality…

I’m in this street in Rome.

I feel cobbled stones through my converse.

Doorway upon doorway of secret path ways.

The smell of fresh pasta in the air.

The noise of the moped passing by.

The feeling of engery of lust and passion around you.

The Italian lanquge spoken so softly but yet so romantically.

Their art of simply doing nothing seems a world apart from mine.

But yet I feel drawn in by it.

Loosing the concept of love the human race is just try to fill a void in life and feed their addictions to sex.

The Italians make love not just procreate.

Italy is a place of love and passion they belive in the thrill of the chase.

It’s what instigates the connection between couples. Once the love interest is captured, passion and commitment only continue to grow for years to come. “It’s all about conquering, but then you realize to value what you have found within the person you love and there is no more hunting,”

Italy has been on my list of places for a while now I feel that connection is drawing me closer.

Yes I really think after this last two years I’m having a Eat pray love moment but without the prayer.

I really feel its time to experience life without fear.

It’s time I started to saying no to people and yes to myself.

After loosing yourself you find yourself much easier and with a lot less effort.

The key in life is to experience happiness.

It’s breaking away from the past moving forwards to what’s next.

Love to you all 😊 😊 😊

Stacie 🐚 💋 💄 ❤️ ❤️

Published by seashellslipgloss87

Hi I'm Stacie I'm 32 busy mum from Liverpool 🇬🇧 Started blogging April 2019 I hope you like my blog posts

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