Jewels play with the sun

I know you desire big jewels and sun to play with the reflections. You want round earrings that reach almost your  shoulders and draw infinite curves between your neck and  arms and symmetries in between your hair. Light and round earrings just like the round bangles that run along your wrists. Today the sun waited for you to go out to play, to mirror itself on the pointed and shiny surfaces of the rings you pointed at it, pushing the clouds away. Large and light jewels, soft even when the shapes look like armor, brilliant shields that protect you from banality and boredom. You run, but the sun does not leave you even for a moment taken by your joy. Raise your arms, rotate the many bangles that tinkle and ruffle the rays that glisten everywhere.
You laugh and hide but you know that the sun always finds you.

Hands that touch

You touch your front with that usual gesture that I know so well. It means look at me and it has nothing to do with your rebellious red locks. Hands that mark the air, unpredictable like butterflies, hands colored by many rings, hands that let of lightnings like revolvers loaded with flowers. Impertinent hands that  rest on your hips and say it all, they take me and sparkle while you do shhhhh! You touch my lips with your fingers, and leave me speechless. Now I have eyes only for your eyes, for the blue-purple, green-yellow trails, sea and leaves that leave me your caresses, the red marks of your rings that will return to awake our usual thoughts tonight. Hands that touch, rings that look like exclamation points, commas, suspended dots… waiting for you.

Flowers, flowers, flowers…

It is all a blossoming of mimosas, primroses, violets… a flowering of light texture skirts with large splashes of color, an intertwining of stems and corollas,  green grassy backgrounds and skies full of white clouds.
If last year the catwalks all over the world saw the explosion of many floral motifs, certainly the wind of colored petals that hit the world has not yet stopped blowing. Pittiesisi jewels have always been created and lived like flowers, like gems that adorn all beautiful women who wear them. With the Fiori by Status Symbol Pittiesisi offers a bouquet of very fresh choices, pendants, earrings and rings in pink, yellow and white, very light and of great visual impact even in the larger and smaller versions. All the Flowers are also beautifully combined with the other status symbols, Hearts, Stars and Magic Moons for infinite combinations and even more spectacular out-fits.

What a splendid sun!

It feels like summer. Your marvellous jewels multiply in geometric reflections on the edge of your skin, draw light curves, clear rectangles fade into your magical shadows that surround me. When you move everything changes, the drawings of the sun stretch over your perfect curves like long fingers that transform you into a kaleidoscope. Your necklaces are so long that they wrap you in silver coils up to your thighs, the lights bounce between your knees and hips and between your breasts until they blend in with the ellipses of the earrings that caress your neck. Jewels with imperfect geometries, inventions created by the irresistible attraction between design and nature, sculpture rings, signs from metropolitan tribes transform you while you tell me yet another story, you hypnotise me with soft words and enchanting reflections.

Valentine’s Day give us crazy rush for…

Rainbow Colors rings are promises of smiles. They are certainties of small joys that will always repeat themselves…
Valentine’s Day give us crazy rush for colors and spring that obesess us now while there are still dark days with low clouds. What a desire for colors, for unexpected rains that suddenly become rainbows. Desire for laughter, running with almost nothing on, silly songs to dance… longing for colored jewels to full fill long evenings, for all the colored rings in the world to enchant, amaze, laugh, reflect our eyes and confuse them in full gazes of fantasies. Longing for plays of light,of sun and shade, of beaches and woods. Crazy desire for smooth skin on which slide my fingers slowly and lose myself dazzled by the shadow of you, by the desire of your eyes, of your long and slender hands, full of colorful flashes and unspeakable gifts.


Love is as trite as a poem heard thousand times, like a song that always rhymes with heart, like all foolish gifts for lovers, like the thousand hearts that take shape everywhere, engraved, drawn, breathed or just thought. Hearts of boys and girls and young old people who are still stringing each other hands. Kisses, caresses, gasps that can’t wait for Valentine’s Day, that are in a hurry for lips, eyes, skin and dreams made true every day with a thousand gifts, hearts and stars, thoughts, games, symbols engraved on the arms, on the hands looking for the soft warmth of the usual words…

Les enfants qui s’aiment s’embrassent debout
Contre les portes de la nuit
Et les passants qui passent les désignent du doigt
Mais les enfants qui s’aiment
Ne sont là pour personne
Et c’est seulement leur ombre
Qui tremble dans la nuit
Excitant la rage des passants
Leur rage leur mépris leurs rires et leur envie
Les enfants qui s’aiment ne sont là pour personne
Ils sont alleurs bien plus loin que la nuit
Bien plus haut que le jour
Dans l’éblouissante clarté de leur premier amour.

Jacques Prevert

A classic beauty

Adorn yourself, characterize your image, send signals with your body is the most direct way to communicate. Clothes, tattoos, hairstyles, accessories, jewels are writing tools like words, looks, smiles.
She wore a golden magic on which adoring glances, lights, sudden shadows, flashes reflected themselves… Earrings, rings and pendants with classic and strong geometries at the same time, almost transgressive. Perfect, simply beautiful with nothing to add, it make you think of the beauty of the fornarine, of the gioconde, of the veiled women painted five hundred years ago. Dressed in simplicity and fantasy, she moved like a wave of transparent and colored light…

In Venice every gift becomes a memory

…every emotion is stronger, all smiles are as big as the sky above the lagoon. Laughter, looks, thoughts, caresses, kisses… even your grimaces, your games leave marks on the skin, indelible, precious tattoos, jewels that your gestures confuse with the reflections of the water. The rings become circles of light, gothic vitrage the shiny stones, long waves replicate the curves on which your necklaces play, the same ones designed by the hair that conceal and show flashes from your earrings lucky to be so close… so close as to whisper you all the stories of travelers suspended in to the golden city light. Venice transforms the emotions into its unique light… melancholy already fades behind the wet train windows at the end of the liberty bridge…

And then make love.

Life is poetry and our jewels are life and poetry, they slip into the folds of the verses between the caresses of words, into emotions caused by a long necklace on naked skin, in the entanglement of a hand in the hair and a large earrings, light and with soft shapes that won’t leave you anymore. Our rings mark the hands that embrace, squeeze and join warm, the fingers that brush, give colors and holds to hang kisses. Dress your smooth skin only with jewels … Soft necklaces, luminous earrings, large rings and round bangles …

“And then make love.
No sex, just love.
And by this I mean
slow kisses on the mouth, on the neck,
on the belly, on the back,
bites on the lips,
intertwined hands,
and eyes inside eyes
I mean, hugs so tight
to become one thing,
bodies stuck and souls in collision,
caresses on the scratches
clothes off, together with fears,
kisses on our weaknesses,
on the signs of a life
which, until then
had been a little wrong.
I mean, fingers on the bodies,
creating constellations,
smelling scents,
hearts beating together,
breaths traveling
at the same pace.
And then smiles,
true, after some time
they hadn’t been anymore
make love and don’t feel ashamed,
because love is art,
and you’re the masterpieces.”

Alda Merini

Precious clues

The earrings had been left there, on the low table, an oval of black marquinia marble, the white veins like veins under the skin, the light dust powder. A blade of light cut diagonally across the immense, white bed left unmade. lapped and sparkled the blue, transparent and shiny stones to finish on the wall. Emptiness, silence of a sudden abandonment. The only clue was the classic small circles with large stones as eyes on the bedside table. The mirror floated in the dim light still marked by intimate suspended transparencies.
The reflection of her profile was still there, trapped in the crystal between the dark locks, silver circles between the wet fingers of an sea out of season. The slender line of the back bent over the mirror to look for details now mixed by caresses, to try to correct the poured mascara, to remake an lipstick consumed. The blue video still contained them. A caress that brushed aside her hair, her sudden turn, her smiles and looks at the end of an late September afternoon… Silver reflections among the soft gestures. Rainbow Classic blue earrings … unique precious clues of an intimacy still close.

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