MICHELIN GUIDE: TANO, PASSAMI L'OLIO *... CHE IO MiSIEDO!
The pleasant smell of the evening resembles a new awareness. The story of a special dinner and the new MiSiedo app.
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MICHELIN GUIDE: TANO, PASSAMI L'OLIO *... CHE IO MiSIEDO!
The pleasant smell of the evening resembles a new awareness. The story of a special dinner and the new MiSiedo app.
DEDANS BAR: COMME EN PROVENCE
CAVIAR & FRANCIACORTA: a dinner together with Le Marchesine at the wonderful Ristorante Teresa location. Dinner theme: CARPE DIEM!
Pasqua con una ricetta del Lazio. Che poi a te, i carciofi, fanno pure schifo.Â
Il vento, il Pincio, gli sguardi che cadono negli angoli vuoti di una vita svuotata dalle aspettative. Un abbraccio lo cerchi sempre, quando siamo soli e nessuno, nemmeno il sonno ti vede.Â
La tua storia me la raccontano i Kansas, tu mi hai solo regalato un capello bianco e un rimpianto in più.Â
Tutti hanno le loro spine. Il sole che consuma, come fanno le tue labbra, brucia la pelle riarsa. Tra mezzora giocherà la Roma. Le mani stringono la pizza al mattone di Gianni, ti regalo un sorriso e un po’ più tardi pioverà sul tuo.
Alla fine i miei occhi vagano soli fra le rovine della Capitale.
It’s Easter time and I chose a Roman recipe. Yet you hate artichokes.
The wind, the Pincius hill, glances falling through empty corners of a life without expectations. You’re always looking for a hug, when we are alone and no one can see you, neither the dreams.
Your story is told me by a Kansas’ song, you only gave me one more regret through white hair.Â
Everyone keeps his own thorns. The sun wears you out as your lips, burning on the dried skin. In half an hour, the Rome football team will play its game. Our hands grabbing Gianni’s pizza al mattone, I’m giving you a smile, later it will rain on yours.
In the end, my eyes wander alone through the ancient Capital City ruins.Â
 DALANI: INSPIRING SPRING ATTITUDE
A real change in yourlife deserves proper party in the right place. And I trust Dalani as the main source of inspiration.