#chiesa imagine

[captainreecejames]

Miss Movin On || My Ex is a Footballer CL16 Edition

links [masterlist] [my ex series masterlist] [series update with more footballers]

summary your ex is engaged and you haven't moved on, or have you?

pairings ex!federico chiesa x reader, charles leclerc x reader faceclaim benedetta porcaroli

warnings cursing, mentions of austria 24

notes lol this is kinda short but my head has been hurting for the past few days so I haven't been able to do much. Fernando Alonso's my ex is the next one I'm working on.

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opheliamillaiss ti amo ynnie! i love you ynnie ↳ ynusername sei bellessima you are beautiful

username1 i HAVE seen two pretty best friends

username7 she's trying to distract us from her story ↳ username8 yn, babe, who was the man??

username2 why is arthur leclerc lurking in the likes? ↳ username3 was it him in the story? ↳ username2 no i don't think so ↳ username3 your're right, looked more like charles

username4 girl it's time to move on ↳ username5 she posts about her friend and you guys are mentioning chiesa! can't make anyone happy here

username6 thoughts on the euros? ↳ ynusername :(((

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"unofficial official drivers group chat"

charlie now accepting caption ideas for my post about yn

ynnie charles no

max emilian charles yes

ynnie max no

danny ric max yes

landotd max no

ynnie lol not the norstappen breakup drama

landotd you made this my name didn't you

ynnie well... yes you did say it was better than the actual trophy 🤷‍♀️

landotd you make me want to say max yes

ynnie lmao telling the f1 girlies that I'm the reason yall are getting back together

charlie and none of you are helping me with the caption

frenchie pie shhh cha, we're watching the girls fighting messaged haha'd by 11

princess george "imagine getting knocked out of the euros and losing yn, couldn't be me"

albono aww, george that's a good one

carmen 🩵 that's because it's my idea

lily 🏌️🏻‍♀️💙 I knew it babe

aussie son fumbled the bag and the girl or winning isn't for everyone, but it is for me 👎🏻 by ynnie

lily 🧡 how about monagasque men do it better 👎🏻 by ynnie

carmen 🩵 damn lils!

frenchie pie "you broke her heart, I breaka da spaghetti" 👎🏻 by ynnie

logie bear "formula 1 > soccer"

lewlew make that football and you got a good one

kmags why are we coming up with captions?

hulk 💚 because yn's ex man is messaging her being a dick and so charles has decided to hard launch

kmags ohhh wait, how do you know this nico?

hulk 💚 I stay in the know 💪🏼

ynnie gotta keep my grid dad up to date

nando why the fuck is he your grid dad??

lewlew yeah wtf?

ynnie uhm, cause my grid dad can't be my boyfriends grid dad or my son's dad's boyfriend???

charlie still getting off topic

frenchie pie don't worry chiesa, she's moved on to someone better

kika!! 💘 pierre, he is not saying that!

ynnie thank you!! someone actually on my side

kika!! 💘 say 'don't worry, she's moved on'

ynnie how about none of those

charlie i don't see you coming up with anything, mon cherie

ynnie meet my love, yn?? my beautiful girlfriend, yn?? something normal please

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username11 calling chiesa bud is insane

username12 two different tifosi coming together to NOT maximize their joint slay ↳ username11 charles really declaring war on juve fans ↳ username12 who will win? ferrari or juve?

ynusername sha, this is not what we agreed on. ↳ charles_leclerc but this is funnier, no? ↳ ynusername I blame pierregasly for this ↳ pierregasly that's okay, MY bestie is iconic ↳ francisca.cgomes are you calling me not iconic ↳ ynusername hahaha, let's all laugh at pierre now ♥️ by estebanocon ↳ username13 not estie bestie liking that comment

username14 THE HAND ON HER THROAT IN THE SECOND PICTURE??? YN HOW DID YOU SURVIVE? ↳ username15 BITCH WHO CARES ABOUT THAT HAND!! LOOK AT THE FIRST PICTURE! ↳ username14 charles marking his spot like a dog

lewishamilton look at you two! ↳ ynusername hi future teammate!

logansargeant i liked my suggestion :( ↳ charles_leclerc me too ↳ oscarpiastri personally my options were better ↳ username16 now I want to know what you all suggested ↳ logansargeant formula 1 > soccer

username17 someone should edit that picture of jorginho getting the spaghetti dumped on him to chiesa, but it's actually formula 1 cars ↳ username18 winning isn't for everyone, but it is for Charles ↳ oscarpiastri that's what I said! ↳ username18 omg twins!

username19 chiesa really fumbled the bag ↳ oscarpiastri I said that one too! ↳ username19 oscar just twinning with everyone!

[footballerimaginess]

Pineapple On Pizza

omg you’re writing for chiesa- maybe one where his gf breaks the spaghetti in half before cooking or asking for pineapple on pizza (anything to annoy an italian)  Federico Chiesa  Word Count: 172 You and Fede were cooking in the kitchen, you were craving a huge pizza.  “my love, what’s this?” Fede asked as he walked into the kitchen to see even more of a mess on the kitchen counter.  “I’m cooking, I am cooking some pizza but I completely forgot about the pineapple” you sighed as you finished putting it in the oven.  “No no no no, we don’t do that” Federico moaned, sounding completely flustered as this revelation.  “What ”you laughed as you put out the plates.  “Oh love, you know pineapple is forbidden on pizza’s we have discussed this. It is not allowed and gross too” Federico laughed as he looked shocked as well as disgusted with you.  “Sorry” you whispered as you pouted.  “You know that is a crime in itself. but I could have made you a pizza anyway” Federico asked.  “Sorry chef Fede. I should have let you make it then. Next time?” you suggested.  “That sounds absolutely perfect” you grinned as he set up the table for food. 

[princeszoboszlai]

I'm only eating Italian today to respect the Italian legend

[adnirod]

Book 2 for 2025 book bingo! For the "Published Before 1950" square (so many options! I love to read older books!) I selected the original "The Adventures of Pinocchio" (1883), translated by Carol Della Chiesa in 1926.

All I knew about this book was that it was different from the Disney movie, and that instead of the wise and friendly Jiminy Cricket as Pinocchio's conscience, there's a talking cricket that tries to advise Pinocchio until Pinocchio smashes him to death with a hammer. (I think Stephen King mentioned this in something of his--maybe "Danse Macabre"?). So I wasn't really at risk of tonal whiplash.

As promised, this is a pretty dark story--Pinocchio is mostly a pure chaos agent, kind of like Curious George except with violence and death, plus always someone looking to trick/prey on/take advantage of you. The narrator delivers morals, but for most of the book they come across (to me, at least, in translation and from my different historical context) as brightly tongue-in-cheek, since once a moral gets set out, Pinocchio generally smashes right through it. He's not malicious per se, but he is entirely impulsive and only does what he wants to do, and then cries about it afterward in self-pity once he has Fucked Around And Found Out. Then he gets rescued somehow, and heads back into the FAFO cycle.

I enjoyed the Fox-and-Cat sections, because of the difference between what Pinocchio knows, how the narrator describes things, and what we as readers (if we can get the hang of unreliable narration) know. They're con artists, they have unacknowledged cover stories and nefarious plans, while Pinocchio (and the narrative) is taking them entirely at their word. I can't remember when I first learned to navigate narrative unreliability in my own childhood reading, but I definitely came to love that feeling.

The last section of the book feels different--the stated morals start feeling more serious, and Pinocchio starts doing kind and positive things without being forced to. That means the sense of humor changes too--it kind of filters away, as does the sharp irony and the layers of unreliability. And a few earlier events get softened--like, the Talking Cricket reappears toward the end of the book without any explanation, scolds Pinocchio for the hammer thing, delivers a sententious moral, and Pinocchio apologizes and agrees with him. Definitely different than the Pinocchio of the earlier sections. (Although interestingly, Pinocchio may have Plot Armor, but even once the book has gentled a bit, other characters still die--like, Lamp-Wick, someone who convinced Pinocchio to misbehave, doesn't get rescued from being turned into a donkey the way Pinocchio was rescued. He's bought and then worked to death, and dies in a sad on-page scene.)

I read more about the book afterward and found out it was originally a magazine serial, so it all makes perfect sense, the episodic nature and the tone change and whatnot. Wikipedia also said that the serial originally ended fairly early on, when Pinocchio is punished by being hanged by the neck from a tree and dies (whereas in the book he's hanged and almost dies but is rescued). (Man, my childhood books were never like this.)

It really benefited Collodi to start up again with a fixit, given how popular the happy-ending book version became all over the world. It's hard to imagine a dead-at-the-end version becoming as beloved in places like the U.S.--at least in my sense of children's literature at that time, it wouldn't have much room for such a pitch-black tone.

@batmanisagatewaydrug

[didsomeonesaygo]

Quando a Roma...

Finalmente, siamo in Italia! 🇮🇹 Early morning out of LAX with a stop in Montreal. Got to Rome about 10 am, at which time any Italian I had went straight out the window. Luckily, people weren't joking when they said everyone speaks English - even if I try Italian, they answer me in English. But that's molto bene with P. Our driver Pietro took us to the U Visionary - we were early, so they held our bags and we headed out!

The hotel is right around the corner from the Trevi Fountain, so we decided to start there. Everyone had said this is not high season, but it IS a Jubiliee (Giuboleo) year, so the city is busy. That was... true. The whole time, we kept saying we couldn't imagine what the high season would be like - P's eye might not agree, but it felt like we dodged a bullet not going in August. So we went to the fountain, but couldn't get anywhere near close enough to throw a coin in - figured we'd try again later, and just started walking.

Rome feels like San Francisco, only more so. (Yes, I know that's backwards.) Tiny winding streets and great architecture, and with the fountains, statues, and churches e-ve-ry-where, there is something beautiful no matter where you turn. But the craziest thing is the ruins right in the middle of the city. (Fun fact: they've been working on a new metro line for 20 years, but keep having to stop for archeological digs.) So you walk down a major road, and suddenly there are 2000 year-old ruins RIGHT THERE. And oh, yeah, that's the Colosseum in the background, nbd.

We roamed around looking at ruins for a bit, and then wound our way toward the Chiesa di sant'ignazio in Campo, which was recommended by the hotel desk clerk. There's a mirror you look into to see the full ceiling, but there was (surprise!) a long line, so we checked it out old school and lit candles for Sweet Pea, Aunt Judy, and Uncle Kevin. (I'm a heathen, but I love the churches - Mere said Daddy did too, and she eventually started waiting outside for him because they're all beautiful, but they all start to look alike. Shh - don't give P any ideas.)

Then on to the Pantheon, which was originally a Roman temple (pan = all, theo = gods),. but is now, you guessed it, a Catholic church. (It turns out the church adoptappropriated a lot of ancient structures - shocking, I know.) But this is the only one with has a 9-meter oculus (~36 feet!) - the better to talk to (the) god(s). Apparently when there is light rain, the oculus creates a warm updraft like a chimney, and the rain becomes mist before ever reaching the floor, but there is still a sloped floor and drains, just in case. (The Romans were good at drains.)

Then we figured our room would be ready, so we headed back to the hotel (Trevi Fountain even busier) to change and figure out dinner. We had a couple of recs from the hotel, but we think every hotel must have recommended the same places to every guest, because the lines were ridiculous - so we romed around until we found something open. We eat way too early by Italian standards; a lot of the places on our go-to review site don't even open until 7:30, but jet lag + we are old = ain't nobody waiting 'til 7:30 for dinner. We finally got lucky with the patio at Il Falchetto, a little place at the end of an alley (alleys are my jam), where we had great wine, ravioli, and cacio e pepe. (In Italy, I can eat butter noodles without getting grief about it, and I intend to take full advantage.) Got gelati on the way home, at one of approximately 1000 gelaterias within a mile of the hotel - I had strachiatella, and P had the best pistachio ever. Considering we didn't even hit town until 11 am, we did pretty well!

[girls-know-what-offside-means]

Chiesa can't be injured. Imagine him being replaced by ElSharawy.

Like don't get me wrong I love ElSharawy and dislike Chiesa but we all know who's better

[blueheartbookclub]

"Strings of Imagination: A Masterpiece of illumination"

Carlo Collodi's timeless classic, "The Adventures of Pinocchio," masterfully translated by Carol Della Chiesa, transcends the boundaries of children's literature, enchanting readers of all ages with its whimsical charm and profound allegory.

In this literary odyssey, readers are beckoned into a world where a mischievous puppet, Pinocchio, embarks on a transformative quest, encountering a myriad of characters and challenges that mirror the complexities of human nature. Della Chiesa's translation preserves the vivacity of Collodi's original Italian, allowing readers to savor the nuances of the author's language.

The story, a delightful blend of morality and fantasy, takes readers on a rollercoaster of emotions as Pinocchio grapples with the consequences of his choices. From the mischievous antics spurred by his curiosity to the poignant lessons learned from the Blue Fairy and the wise Cricket, the narrative weaves a tapestry of moral insights. Della Chiesa's translation captures the essence of Pinocchio's misadventures, making the tale resonate with readers across generations.

The brilliance of Collodi's storytelling lies in his ability to craft a fable that entertains while conveying profound moral lessons. Pinocchio's journey from a wayward puppet to a compassionate, responsible individual mirrors the universal struggle for self-discovery and personal growth. Della Chiesa's translation elevates the narrative, ensuring that the humor, wit, and moral gravity of Collodi's work are not lost in translation.

Beyond its literary significance, "The Adventures of Pinocchio" remains a cultural touchstone, inspiring adaptations in various art forms. Della Chiesa's translation not only preserves Collodi's original brilliance but also introduces this literary gem to a broader, English-speaking audience.

In conclusion, "Strings of Imagination: A Masterpiece Unveiled" invites readers to relish the whimsy and wisdom of Collodi's classic through the impeccable translation by Carol Della Chiesa. The journey with Pinocchio is not just a delightful escape into fantasy but a profound exploration of the human experience, proving that, like Pinocchio's nose, great literature knows no bounds.

Carlo Collodi's timeless classic, "The Adventures of Pinocchio," is available in Amazon in paperback 10.99$ and hardcover 18.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 228

Language: English

Rating: 10/10                                           

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

[kocch]

imagine being pier paolo pasolini in 1974 and being SO RIGHT JUST SO RIGHT ABOUT CAPITALISTIC SOCIETY HE COULD PREDICT WHAT WAS GONNA HAPPEN 50 YEARS LATER OK

this is scritti corsari

“La «cultura di massa», per esempio, non può essere una cultura ecclesiastica, moralistica e patriottica: essa è infatti direttamente legata al consumo, che ha delle sue leggi interne e una sua autosufficienza ideologica, tali da creare automaticamente un Potere che non sa più che farsene di Chiesa, Patria, Famiglia e altre ubbìe affini. L’omologazione «culturale» che ne è derivata riguarda tutti: popolo e borghesia, operai e sottoproletari. Il contesto sociale è mutato nel senso che si è estremamente unificato. La matrice che genera tutti gli italiani è ormai la stessa. Non c’è più dunque differenza apprezzabile – al di fuori di una scelta politica come schema morto da riempire gesticolando – tra un qualsiasi cittadino italiano fascista e un qualsiasi cittadino italiano antifascista. Essi sono culturalmente, psicologicamente e, quel che è più impressionante, fisicamente, interscambiabili. Nel comportamento quotidiano, mimico, somatico non c’è niente che distingua – ripeto, al di fuori di un comizio o di un’azione politica – un fascista da un antifascista (di mezza età o giovane: i vecchi, in tal senso possono ancora esser distinti tra loro). Questo per quel che riguarda i fascisti e gli antifascisti medi. Per quel che riguarda gli estremisti, l’omologazione è ancor più radicale.” ― Pier Paolo Pasolini, Scritti corsari

the english version would be:

‘Mass culture’, for example, cannot be an ecclesiastical, moralistic and patriotic culture: it is in fact directly linked to consumption, which has its own internal laws and its own ideological self-sufficiency, such as to automatically create a Power that no longer knows what to do with Church, Country, Family and other similar obsessions. The ‘cultural’ homologation that has resulted concerns everyone: the mob and the bourgeoisie, blue-collars and sub-proletarians. The social context has changed in the sense that it has become extremely unified. The matrix that generates all Italians is now the same. There is therefore no longer any appreciable difference – outside of a political choice as a dead paradigm to be filled by gesticulating – between any fascist Italian citizen and any anti-fascist Italian citizen. They are culturally, psychologically and, what is most impressive, physically interchangeable. In the daily, expressive, and somatic behavior there is nothing that distinguishes – I repeat, outside of a rally or a political action – a fascist from an anti-fascist (middle-aged or young: the old, in this sense, can still be distinguished from each other). This is for what concerns the average fascists and anti-fascists. As far as extremists are concerned, the homologation is even more radical.”

and more

“L'ansia del consumo è un'ansia di obbedienza a un ordine non pronunciato. Ognuno in Italia sente l'ansia, degradante, di essere uguale agli altri nel consumare, nell'essere felice, nell'essere libero: perché questo è l'ordine che egli ha inconsciamente ricevuto, a cui «deve» obbedire, a patto di sentirsi diverso. Mai la diversità è stata una colpa così spaventosa come in questo periodo di tolleranza.” ― Pier Paolo Pasolini, Scritti corsari

in english:

“The anxiety of consumption is an anxiety of obedience to an unspoken order. Everyone in Italy feels the - degrading - anxiety of being equal to others in consuming, in being happy, in being free: because this is the order that he has unconsciously received, which he “must” obey, on the condition of feeling different. Never has diversity been such a frightening fault as in this period of tolerance.”

and he was right. we have reached that late stage capitalism where everyone is omologated to a fascist culture to the point that being for human rights, for equality and justice, will make you be an outcast of society. the treatment and propaganda around palestine is just the tip of the iceberg, there are so many issues in western governments and they're all linked to a rise in fascism. and we're lulled in the false comfort of being "free" and priviliged, in being "able to choose", in "being our most, our best, our happiest" as consumers. but we aren't.

ANYWAYS.

[donfermin]

random question but are there any juventus players you would like to see at barcelona and viceversa?

This is an interesting question 🤔

For very personal reasons, I wouldn't mind Cambiaso at Barça. He's a Cancelo that can assist (and I would combust to see him play with Fermín)

If I were Deco, I would swap Tek for Mats and Dusan for Lewandowski. And can you imagine Chiesa with Lamine on the wings? What a dream

On the other hand, I would love to see either Araujo or Christensen among Juve defenders instead of Gatti. And Balde instead of that fraud of Alex Sandro. Maybe Gundo too?

Imagining other Barça players like Pedri, Gavi or Fermín in a different team feels wrong, even though I value them a lot as players 🙈 Same applies to Kenan, he's too Juve coded

[blueheartbooks]

"Strings of Imagination: A Masterpiece of illumination"

Carlo Collodi's timeless classic, "The Adventures of Pinocchio," masterfully translated by Carol Della Chiesa, transcends the boundaries of children's literature, enchanting readers of all ages with its whimsical charm and profound allegory.

In this literary odyssey, readers are beckoned into a world where a mischievous puppet, Pinocchio, embarks on a transformative quest, encountering a myriad of characters and challenges that mirror the complexities of human nature. Della Chiesa's translation preserves the vivacity of Collodi's original Italian, allowing readers to savor the nuances of the author's language.

The story, a delightful blend of morality and fantasy, takes readers on a rollercoaster of emotions as Pinocchio grapples with the consequences of his choices. From the mischievous antics spurred by his curiosity to the poignant lessons learned from the Blue Fairy and the wise Cricket, the narrative weaves a tapestry of moral insights. Della Chiesa's translation captures the essence of Pinocchio's misadventures, making the tale resonate with readers across generations.

The brilliance of Collodi's storytelling lies in his ability to craft a fable that entertains while conveying profound moral lessons. Pinocchio's journey from a wayward puppet to a compassionate, responsible individual mirrors the universal struggle for self-discovery and personal growth. Della Chiesa's translation elevates the narrative, ensuring that the humor, wit, and moral gravity of Collodi's work are not lost in translation.

Beyond its literary significance, "The Adventures of Pinocchio" remains a cultural touchstone, inspiring adaptations in various art forms. Della Chiesa's translation not only preserves Collodi's original brilliance but also introduces this literary gem to a broader, English-speaking audience.

In conclusion, "Strings of Imagination: A Masterpiece Unveiled" invites readers to relish the whimsy and wisdom of Collodi's classic through the impeccable translation by Carol Della Chiesa. The journey with Pinocchio is not just a delightful escape into fantasy but a profound exploration of the human experience, proving that, like Pinocchio's nose, great literature knows no bounds.

Carlo Collodi's timeless classic, "The Adventures of Pinocchio," is available in Amazon in paperback 10.99$ and hardcover 18.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 228

Language: English

Rating: 10/10                                           

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

[furlantravelfashionblogger]

Via Panisperna, nel Rione Monti, va da Largo Angelicum a via Santa Maria Maggiore. Molte sono le leggende che fioriscono intorno al suo nome, una di queste vuole che i frati della chiesa di San Lorenzo, nel giorno della festa del santo, distribuissero ai poveri pane e prosciutto, che in latino si dice "panis et perna".

👉 https://www.turismoroma.it/it/luoghi/chiesa-san-lorenzo-panisperna

Via Panisperna, from Largo Angelicum to Via Santa Maria Maggiore, is one of the most characteristics in the Rione Monti. There are many legends surrounding its name: the most evocative, but probably imaginative, derives from 'panis et perna', the bread and ham that the monastery located here distributed to the poor every 10th August.

📸 IG francescasonio

#visitrome

[inviaggiocondante]

Inferno XV

Oggi il XV.. ed è difficile. Molto. Difficile non commuoversi, lasciar andare i sentimenti, i pensieri, la considerazione pietosa nel quale versa l'umanità.

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Brunetto Latini.. l'unico 'ser' dell'Inferno.

L'unico per cui Dante si china ad accarezzare il viso.

Ser Brunetto chiama Dante: "Figlio mio".... "la cara e buona imagine paterna" dice Dante di lui.

L'unico padre che forse Dante ha amato. Ne imitò l'opera.. con il Convivio.

Ser Brunetto lo prega di tener caro il suo Tesoro.. per fare in modo che sia ricordato in qualche modo dai vivi... Ma la grande memoria del letterato e pedagogo fiorentino resterà affidata invece a una delle voci più forti e potenti della storia umana.

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Da questo canto traspare anche (ma già con Farinata) il valore umano ed etico riconosciuto ai peccatori... MA... così come la loro irrimediabile eslusione dalla felicità. Dante è in grado di separare il peccato dall'individuo, riconoscendo il valore e la dignità delle persone al di là delle loro trasgressioni morali.

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Danta attraversa il sabbione infuocato. Ma non ci resta.

Ser Brunetto torna indietro, Dante avanza.

Ser Brunetto sta in basso, tra i dannati... Dante in alto (sugli argini).

Senza Dio ogni apertura alla totalità è preclusa.

La corsa di Ser Brunetto è così intensa, così carica... non si può non provare pietà. Torna in quella schiera... insieme a tanti altri.. "sappi che tutti fur cherci "... Cherci.. Chierici.. uomini di chiesa...

Ed è inutile andare oltre. Su questo Canto bisogna riflettere con calma e in profondità... e serietà.

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Il commento della Chiavacci è il migliore. Gli altri, specie se 'datati' - Dragone è vergognoso - sono in difficoltà con il canto: o lo liquidano velocemente... o lo minimizzano.

[inntervalsgaia]

Chiesa di San Giovanni Battista

Memorare iuvat

And for what I believe and think, it is absolutely impossible to imagine our life without the city. It is not just a set of functions, the city is the territory of memory, the place of extinct populations. We go to Venice not because we need the functions of Venice, or even its extraordinary beauty, but because we need to recognise ourselves through the past generations that built that wonderful city. We go there to find ourselves. [...] We are usually unaware of it, but we are called upon to celebrate rites and myths that belong not only to our present culture but to a great past. So at La Scala, while listening to music, I live a part of me that belonged to my grandmother. I live the memory of something that does not fade away and certainly does not disappear in the superficiality of immediate living, which is the real catastrophe of our days: on the contrary, the city is permanence of values.

-Mario Botta

Memory means knowledge. It represents the human capacity to make certain experiences one's own and to recall them at the appropriate time. In architecture, it is unthinkable to act in a place without knowing its history, its past. Memory in architecture, therefore, means knowing a place. Studying it, analysing it and deducing certain indications, suggestions from the context in order to then be able to work there. This, of course, is not enough to design, there needs to be an imposition. The architect has the task of imposing a choice, an object to add to the context, a further script on an already stratified palimpsest. History can be useful or harmful. Useful when knowledge of past eras is used to guide our present action; harmful when we live with our gaze on the past and do not build for the future. An excess of memory, understood as celebration of the past, makes us slaves to what has been, paralyses us. At the same time, not knowing history makes us oblivious to where we act, leading us to make choices detached from context.

[pxnandqxll]

A breathless wave crashed upon Peter's chest by virtue of Victor's smile. Just when he thought the man before him couldn't get anymore golden. His smile was like the sun. Radiant. You couldn't help but want to be showered by its clement caress. "Excellent! Perhaps, if you haven't gotten sick of my company yet, I can give you the grand tour tomorrow afternoon. That way we can explore some of the churches during sun-down and you'll be able to witness their stained-glass views in all their glory." His low trill twinkled with an ounce of excitement. Just the idea of exploring the hollowed frame of such antiquated churches amidst being scorched in the panoramic flame of the ornamental glass's twilight views with Victor by his side painted an idyllic halcyon of an afternoon. Such an event may end up rivaling his performing in The Chiesa De La Martorana. "I wouldn't mind one bit you coming to see me during rehearsals. Although, I warn you, don't expect my playing to be perfect and polished when you come by. Wouldn't want to shatter my flawless, Mozartian-image in your eyes now would we?" he continued to josh, delighting in the surprising sense of ease he was feeling towards the gentleman.

Tippling another sip of his flute of champagne, Peter let out a low hum in agreement. "Pretty much. I was supposed to be stationed here for a month at most, but one thing led to another and here I am. I'd be a fool to leave Rome now. In fact, I can't think of myself being anywhere else at the moment.-- What about you? I imagine you've been staying at that summer home of yours that you mentioned in Tuscany. It must be like heaven up there."

As he listens to the songful manner in which words and names spill across Peter's tongue and permeate the very air with their euphony, his mirroring smile gives way to the reverential intrigue which widens the already vast frames of his eyes. ❝—Oh, I see... That sounds wonderful.❞ He feels as if he is gaining a glimpse into the wondrous world in which the other exists, its vivid hues gradually seeping into his own, and he is eager to hear more; to see how Peter spends his days in Rome when he is not busy preparing for concerts.

When that opportunity materialises itself upon Peter's lips, he senses the blossoming of an endeared smile across the roseate curves of his own, and he reaches out to it with both hands. ❝—Yes, of course! I would love that. My father has a summer house in Tuscany, but I've never really had the opportunity to explore Rome; I would be honoured if you could show me around. And I would especially love to see one of your rehearsals sometime.❞ With their chanced promises cordially exacted, he poses the question which has been stirring his curiosity. ❝—So I take it you're more or less settled in Rome at the moment?❞

[lorenzo-insigne]

Italy NT singing "Un'estate Italiana" (served by Lorenzo's ghettoblaster)

[emwritesfootball]

Friends To Lovers | Federico Chiesa

So I found your blog by chance. Can I request a Chiesa x Reader. No specific topics, just wanna get chiesa fanfic, we need more of that. Thank youu -🦄 Anon Note : been simping for him since beginning of euro cup on group match

Word Count: 621

Warnings: Euro finals, confessions of feelings

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You hadn’t been expecting your crush on Fede. It crept up on you slowly, until one day you were looking at him and wondering how you’d ever overlooked him. Over the years, the two of you had always been there for each other, through good and bad. He’d helped you get over countless relationships, and you’d done the same for him. Now, he was going to play in one of the biggest competitions on one of the largest stages in the world, and you had to go and realize you were in love with him.

You watched him play match after match for Italy, your excitement building as he helped get Italy to the finals against England. You sat in the stands at Wembley, the ‘Chiesa 14’ burning a hole on your back. Before the semifinal match, you promised yourself you’d tell him if Italy lost, but then they’d won and you didn’t want to throw him off his game right before the finals. So here you sat in his kit, mentally preparing yourself to confess your feelings to him whether Italy lost or won.

When Federico had been subbed off, injured, you’d almost lost your mind. You wanted to go to him, find him and tell him everything was going to be okay because you loved him and you’d be by his side. He’d given you a friends and family pass that you quickly flashed past security, racing down the tunnels to find Federico sitting on one of the exam tables.

“Fede!” You gasped, breathless. The medical team finished with him and left, giving you a nod on the way out. You rushed to his side, taking his face in your hands. “I was so worried.”

“Oh, Tesoro, you don’t need to worry about me,” he murmured, pulling you in for a hug. “I’ll be fine.”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, sighing deeply. “I’m always gonna worry about you, Fede. I love you.” Your voice shook as you said it. You’d said it to him a thousand times but this time was different.

Federico hated the way his heart responded to those three little words; it didn’t know the difference between platonic and romantic like his head did, which always made moments like this far more painful than they should have been. “I know, Tesoro. I love you, too.” They were words he’d been saying in response for years now, words he didn’t give a second thought to saying.

“No, Fede,” you said, pulling away and shaking your head. “I don’t think you get it. I love you.” Your eyes searched his, hoping the serious expression on your face told him everything he needed to know.

His eyes went wide when he realized what you meant. “Really?” He asked, incredulous.

You nodded. “Do you really love me, too?”

“Sì. I love you, too, Tesoro. I’ve loved you for years - I was just waiting for you to notice.” He ducked his head, blushing at what he’d just admitted.

You took his face in your hands so he was looking at you as you said, “All this time I didn’t realize that the best thing to ever happen to me was right in front of me. Please, Fede, I don’t want to waste any more time. Will you kiss me?”

Without another word, Fede put one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck, pulling you into him for a memorable first kiss.

The two of you walked out of the tunnel together, watching the penalties that ended with Italy being crowned champions. You held onto Fede and didn’t let go as he kissed you again in front of all his teammates.