L’albero e la tempesta
La grande quercia è malata
I calabroni ci hanno fatto il nido
Sgorga nera e volgare
Quella linfa un tempo vitale
Prosciugata dal vento
Minaccia il passaggio discreto del ragno
La grande quercia è stanca
I suoi lunghi rami
Leggeri
Cadono a terra, illusi dal cielo
Ma in cielo è tempesta
E le nuvole mantengono le loro promesse
Umide e buie
Fangose
Fiera, l’antica quercia
Protegge il suo arido regno
Offre tutto quello che non ha
Ai curiosi viandanti
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Just wanted to drop by and say that I appreciate your blog. 💜 sending positivity and good vibes your way.
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Il Posto (Ermanno Olmi, 1961)
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Interpretation of Bodie Island lighthouse.
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You were born to be murdered.
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I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence.
Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf
12th house moon
(via weirdastrologicalcoincidences)
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Everybody is waiting for cooler weather–and I am just waiting for you–
-Bob Dylan (in a letter to Suze)
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Everybody is waiting for cooler weather–and I am just waiting for you–
-Bob Dylan (in a letter to Suze)
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Bob Dylan and girlfriend, Suze Rotolo, in an outtake from the photo shoot for the cover of his album “The Freewheelin Bob Dylan”, February,1963.
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Jean Cocteau, François Truffaut, Edward G. Robinson, Jean-Pierre Léaud, 1959
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