Per il primo giorno di Primavera, vi presentiamo le nostre Fresie, profumatissime e dai colori incantevoli.
Richiestissime questo periodo, daranno alle vostre composizioni un profumo semplicemente indimenticabile. Il significato della fresia nel linguaggio dei fiori non lascia spazio a malintesi: la fresia è simbolo di amicizia duratura e di amore platonico. Per molto tempo, in passato, è stato simbolo di nostalgia.
Prodotte localmente qui in Sardegna, come la maggior parte delle nostre fioriture.
Pretty neat light fixture we put together with the help of a few people. Wired this new office for a local excavation company and the boss man got this as a surprise. There is a 3” wafer light in the bucket that will be shining on a photograph that was not hung yet in the pic. #custom#electrical#diy#builtnotbought#lovemyjob
Ajj... Jedno ujęcie, a zapiera dech... ❤🧡💛 Rudy idzie zdecydowanie w parze z wiosną! 🏵🌹🌺🌻🌼🌷🌲🌳🍀🌿
Jest kolorem specyficznym, nie każda kobieta czuła by się w Nim dobrze, ale tej pięknej istoty w niczym innym nie jestem wstanie sobie wyobrazić 🙂
Jak to mówią? JEST POMPA 🤣💣💥
. #NewimagebyAna#Liverpool#perfect#powerofcolour#hairdresser#lovemyjob ❤
This winter February lasted for a lifetime ,
I shared every dawn of it .
I was flawless until I met you last night .
Still am just a dream painting curves in this world of surreal pain.
I couldn't find that aesthetic ashtray ,
Dusted the ashes on the floor ,
Slept on its warmth ,
Burning my skin under your breathe.
I was judged of my bones ,
I was judged of my curves ,
I was judged of my sounds.
Those cigars felt my solitude ,
When I had first spotted you in my darkest nightmares ,
A man with lantern ,
It was a judgement mistaken.
Hey fine , I brought your Jeans closer ,
Every affection delayed us from a kiss.
A beautiful February dawn it was.
Basked eves on its nights ,
Left the restaurant to back to home,
That balcony ,
Meant everytime we blinked at each other ,
Touched skins ,
I was judged for your smell ,
Judged on my skin ,
Judged everytime I smoked you.
A pally February valentine you are ,
Tied to every string of my hair ,
My nails bleed ,
And my feets cry ,
I found you as you stepped in my heels ,
And I jumped into your favourite shirt from the Paris Summer ,
I started being you ,
I started judging you.
I was judged on my words ,
I was judged on my charms ,
I was judged on being you.
Valentine mine ,
I offer you me ,
Judge me ,
When you're done.