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How many are we, really?

This summer (and life in general) I was torn between two things: the pale pink handbag Loewe and the sprawl of these outstanding banana Prada. On the one hand, the softness, beauty, the extreme delicacy, shyness, light, the fragility of the rose (it Pink loveliest I've ever seen, the picture does not do justice, I had to control not to start to kiss right there in the store). And secondly, the joy, energy, strength, audacity, the desire to play, the apathy, the Carmenmirandismo of these small banana-shaped earrings.
One corresponds to the attitude of "living life" and the other on the attitude of "Death in Venice." Are incompatible, but both are in me. I think we all have two ends, two opposites between which we navigate, two borders that somehow contain us, we limit and define us. I probably would never buy or bag or earrings, and in any case never take them together, but they are a pretty clear picture of who I am (and do what we do in life, basically, all you do is look for non-stop, on the other, on the slopes of bananas, whatever) . Well, I leave you a clip (do you still call it?) Very "Live your life" campaign in summer 2011 Prada is just what I want for this summer, but without the clothes.
Happy Wednesday.