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@pigei.bsky.social
· Jun 6
L’ingiustizia di chiamarle balle senza che mai le abbiano raccontate.
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December 4, 2025 at 3:41 AM
Il torto più grande di cui mi colpevolizzerò, sarà l’aver pensato di avere tempo tralasciando tutti gli adesso possibili, scegliendo il non esserci.
December 7, 2025 at 10:43 PM
Il torto più grande di cui mi colpevolizzerò, sarà l’aver pensato di avere tempo tralasciando tutti gli adesso possibili, scegliendo il non esserci.
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Il Lago Lambin
Il Lago Lambin
September 5, 2025 at 9:51 PM
Pinzolo (Trento)
Il Lago Lambin
Il Lago Lambin
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Spiazzo (Trento)
Sulle Sponde del Fiume Sarca di Val Genova
Sulle Sponde del Fiume Sarca di Val Genova
August 30, 2025 at 9:35 AM
Spiazzo (Trento)
Sulle Sponde del Fiume Sarca di Val Genova
Sulle Sponde del Fiume Sarca di Val Genova
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Davvero onorata @pierpaolo.bsky.social, grazie mille❣️🙏🏻✨
November 26, 2025 at 5:05 PM
Davvero onorata @pierpaolo.bsky.social, grazie mille❣️🙏🏻✨
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Gosse Bouma, A reason to dream
November 23, 2025 at 8:52 PM
Gosse Bouma, A reason to dream
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Words are like vessels. They carry sound, color, vibration, and meaning within them. But the recipient decides, consciously or unconsciously, how deeply a word penetrates them, whether it touches them, has a healing effect, or whether it flows silently away through their inner protection.
November 20, 2025 at 4:07 AM
Words are like vessels. They carry sound, color, vibration, and meaning within them. But the recipient decides, consciously or unconsciously, how deeply a word penetrates them, whether it touches them, has a healing effect, or whether it flows silently away through their inner protection.
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Every person hears through their own history, through their wounds, through their hopes, their dreams, and their fears—through everything that has shaped their being. Therefore, every message only reveals itself to the extent that the recipient can or is willing to see, feel, and understand.
November 20, 2025 at 4:08 AM
Every person hears through their own history, through their wounds, through their hopes, their dreams, and their fears—through everything that has shaped their being. Therefore, every message only reveals itself to the extent that the recipient can or is willing to see, feel, and understand.
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November 20, 2025 at 3:31 PM
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The simple recognition of present being is the only, true validation.
November 20, 2025 at 6:19 PM
The simple recognition of present being is the only, true validation.
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"Trees indeed have hearts."
~ Henry David Thoreau
🎨 Nino Chakvetadze
~ Henry David Thoreau
🎨 Nino Chakvetadze
November 20, 2025 at 5:39 PM
"Trees indeed have hearts."
~ Henry David Thoreau
🎨 Nino Chakvetadze
~ Henry David Thoreau
🎨 Nino Chakvetadze
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Per proteggermi da certo freddo, avevo imparato a chiudere gli occhi e provare a indossare il caldo cappotto della poesia capace di tenere lontano il gelo chiudendo bene i bottoni dei perché.
Poi sono arrivate le incursioni recidivanti, e la poesia non riesco ad abbottonarla più.
Poi sono arrivate le incursioni recidivanti, e la poesia non riesco ad abbottonarla più.
November 20, 2025 at 8:29 PM
Per proteggermi da certo freddo, avevo imparato a chiudere gli occhi e provare a indossare il caldo cappotto della poesia capace di tenere lontano il gelo chiudendo bene i bottoni dei perché.
Poi sono arrivate le incursioni recidivanti, e la poesia non riesco ad abbottonarla più.
Poi sono arrivate le incursioni recidivanti, e la poesia non riesco ad abbottonarla più.
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February 13, 2025 at 4:10 PM
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November 20, 2025 at 3:43 AM
Dentro una cascata colorata
ho intravisto la stanchezza dell’autunno.
ho intravisto la stanchezza dell’autunno.
November 16, 2025 at 5:20 PM
Dentro una cascata colorata
ho intravisto la stanchezza dell’autunno.
ho intravisto la stanchezza dell’autunno.
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He takes a deep breath. He breathes in more than air, he breathes in the wind that travels everywhere, the wind that has the privilege of belonging everywhere. It is impossible to know its path, to pursue it or to catch up with it.
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Of Cattle and Men
‘Edgar Wilson realises that those goggles are very effective. It’s just what he needs to keep the blood out of his eyes.’
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November 10, 2025 at 11:46 PM
He takes a deep breath. He breathes in more than air, he breathes in the wind that travels everywhere, the wind that has the privilege of belonging everywhere. It is impossible to know its path, to pursue it or to catch up with it.
granta.com/of-cattle-an...
granta.com/of-cattle-an...
Sono abituati a vivere all’ombra, e quando un raggio di sole li bacia diventa più intenso il loro colore che sembra una reazione di pudore.
November 6, 2025 at 7:44 PM
Sono abituati a vivere all’ombra, e quando un raggio di sole li bacia diventa più intenso il loro colore che sembra una reazione di pudore.