Couple shooting

A love story for Valentine's Day

If you are here, probably you are thinking to get married soon, or you are one of our couple. Usually, in fact, our Blog articles are about how to organize the wedding or the story of a real wedding.

It’s uncommon that we stop to think about what comes next: what will be with your lives after that fateful "yes"? How do you imagine yourself? Happy and passionate like the first day?
Marriage is the beginning of something that should be eternal. Eternal, a concept so great that it goes beyond rationality.

So we chose to celebrate love today on Valentine's Day with a couple shooting: what comes after the wedding told by photos and a video.
Marco and Ilaria have been married for seven months and their life are full of love!
They fell in love at first sight and that sight is still there, giving them the same energy and the same love of the first one, when they fell in love!

In a france atmosphere that you can breath in Ammodonostro venue, we walked thoughts Ilaria and Marco's wedding day memories, while they were sipping a hot tea. But we also told about some of their greatest passions, such as reading a book in front of a fireplace or the interest they both have for bicycles, all that between delicate and intimate cuddles and a romantic dinner, expertly set up and decorated by La Sposa degli Alberi (if you want to know more about this setting read here).

The journey of their life together is still long and we have traveled a small piece together trying to tell it at our best in this couple shooting.
Everything came easy and natural, Marco and Ilaria proved to be a very close-knit couple, with "butterflies in the stomachs" and the flame of passion so alive.

Voice offs in the language of love, French, say:

La courbe de tes yeux fait le tour de mon cœur,
un rond de danse et de douceur,
auréole du temps, berceau nocturne et sûr.

Mon Arlequin, mon Aventurier, ma Nuit,
mon bonheur, ma passion.

Ailes couvrant le monde de lumière, bateaux
chargés du ciel et de la mer,
chasseurs des bruits et sources des couleurs,
parfums éclos d'une couvée d'aurores
qui gît toujours sur la paille des astres.

Le rire s'est tu, les mots ne sont plus –
et plus près, plus profond, plus tendre,
plus ardent - et puis cette tout à fait
insoutenable volupté, que tu
sais si merveilleusement, si savamment prolonger.

Comme le jour dépend de l'innocence
le monde entier dépend de tes yeux purs
dans leurs regards.

The curve of your eyes goes around my heart,
a ride of dance and sweetness,
alone of time, nocturnal and safe place.

My Harlequin, my adventurer, my night,
my happiness, my passion.

Wings that cover the world with light,
ships full of sky and sea,
sound hunters and color sources,
perfumes hatched from a hatching of auroras
who always lies on the straw of the stars.

Laughter is silent, words are no longer
- and closer, deeper, more tender,
more ardent - and then this pleasure completely
unbearable, that you know so wonderfully,
so cleverly extend.

How the day lives of innocence
so the world lives on your pure eyes
in those sights.