In the background Milan: my city, my roots. Floral and woody notes pamper me.
A silent self-talk where I can explore my fantasies.
I’m an hopeless dreamer, with dreams too big to be shared outside my world.
I’m an hunter for freedom. Don’t try to understand me, nobody would be able to; do not try to restrict me, you have no idea of the power of my dreams.
I am a dreamer and I wouldn’t be without it.
Be the star of your dreams, be the essence and substance of them, and don’t allow anyone to step in them.
Always believe in your dreams, even if they are mad… or too big.
“Yes, I’m a dreamer!”