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Ciao, Ciao Bella :-*
"Ohhhh, I have such a longing, I'm losing my mind, I want to go back to Italy, I want to go back to this country!" (free after me)
"It's 2019 my girlfriend is out getting a tan on the balcony in bella Italia" (loosely translated from my words)
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etc. until 1989
What do these years until 2020 have in common? Exactly! I was on holiday in Italy in each of those years. In the middle of today's troubled northern Italy. More precisely, near Meran, i.e. in mountainous Italy, where German is still spoken in some places.
Today my heart is bleeding, I look anxiously towards Italia. Many deaths, a country in a state of emergency. One no longer hears so much of this proud, joyful nation. My holiday is booked for July, I wonder if it will take place I don't think so... so my annual cycle will be broken. What can you do? Exactly! Think of Italy, dream of Italy, carry Italy in your heart. Or, exactly! Smell of Italy!!!
"Colonia, Colonia is more beautiful than Corona!"
Man, that's a fragrance, guys. I've emptied a few bottles already. When the sweat was running down my face at 30 degrees in May (recently), it just radiated around me. A fragrance that embodies the Italian "Bella Vita". A "Ciao, Ciao Bella" for the stops. Lemon, neroli and cedar plus a dash of ginger, what more do you need to think of strongly hairy arms, a linen shirt with open buttons, sunglasses and a good espresso in front of the cafe? Joy of life in the bottle, yet seductive, fresh and pure. Not too pushy, but still present. A wearer who knows what is important in life: enjoyment! Red wine at dusk, a song in the alleys of small Italian towns and pasta, pasta, pasta. Colonia Intensa, a fragrance that brings all the things I currently miss into my living room. And that for a good 6 hours, then he has to leave again. After all, it lasts longer than the original, which is also beautiful.
How I'd love to be roaming Italian streets right now...
I think back to 2019, August. I see myself in a small trattoria, order a pizza, half a liter of red wine with it. Then an espresso and a cigarette outside the door. People are beaming, time stands still, everything is so normal, everything is so relaxed.
Today it is called Corona, not Colonia, today all this has become unthinkable...
Not for me,
I spray until only colonia remains,
I won't let the "bella vita" be taken from me,
and I remain for today a kindly alluring "Ciao, Ciao Bella :*"