#pia: francesca

[pavedinashes-if]

What would make fr blush or get so flustered they can't even speak? Asking for a friend

Mmh, ok, well tell your friend this:

Fr is Italian through and through, they love everything about their home country and they miss it terribly. They also love to share the good stuff about it with persons they care about. You will get the best home made Italian food, your eyes will be gifted with the most stunningly crafted premium fashion from Milano (maybe not even your eyes only…) , listen to a good amount of Italian music and also probably unwillingly learn some Italian words.

If you want them to blush or get flustered, that‘s your hint.

- spoiler below -

Surprise them with some self made Italian dessert (blush) or learn some Italian for them (speechless) - they do NOT care how good or bad it is, the mere fact you did it for them will have you carried on cloud 9 for the rest of the week and they‘ll shower you with attention, love, gifts, kisses and whatever your heart desires. They will just melt and kiss your feet and whatever else you wish to be kissed.

[sbibbo0]

The New Pets of the House

Alice Degradi

Marina Lubian

Bella Luna

Nika Daalderop

Giulia Giada Cordaro

Kendall Whitmarsh

Francesca Pia Gentile

Soledad Belotto

Irelyn Brady

Ilenia De Sena

Laura Dijkema

Sofie Marie

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La chiesa di Purgatorio ad Arco

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IN NOME DELLA PIA

In un letto di spine spinate giace la Pia. E’ appena caduta dalle mura del maniero di Nello dei Pannocchieschi, in quel Castel di Pietra, in Maremma, un castello arcinoto per i suoi fantasmi in ghingheri bianchi e neri. Ricordati di me che son la Pia, Siena mi fè, disfecemi Maremma. In un letto di fuoco il Sommo poetastro la colse e la depose sopra la pubblica coscienza mettendola in versi aulici…

[mentaltimetraveller]

David Shrigley Proposals for Record Covers Galerie Francesca Pia, Zürich December 3, 2022 – January 28, 2023

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Salve a tutti,

nell'augurarvi Buon Natale e nella speranza di darvi qualche idea per un regalo da fare in queste feste, posto qui i link in cui è possibile acquistare i miei due libri, romanzo e raccolta di poesie.

Regale un libro significa donare voce a parte del mondo interiore di qualcuno.

Un sereno Natale a tutti!🎄

Sole e pioggia (romanzo):

Schegge di luna (raccolta di poesie):

[panzershrike-pretz]

Hey guys, i'm trying to get back into writing!

For now i don't really have anything in mind, but seeing as Peggy made some success in this post, i decided to start with just a translation of one of Peggy's other dumbasseries :D

Please enjoy! Or don't, who am i to say?

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Peggy sat down beside her owner, looking up with some curiosity as her and the other people talked. She could only make up some of the words being said and, honestly, couldn't care less for it. She heard stuff she knew here and there, but the conversation didn't seem to include her, so she could only watch.

Her eyes drifted from her owners face to the child in front of them. She could smell his fear as he panicked about something to do with a Francesca lady. Pegs didn't care a single bit as she layed down.

"Oh... oh no! Oh no, i'm talking to much!", the kid said, covering his mouth with his hands as if it would make his words disappear. "Francesca is gonna kill me!"

"Chill out, Peet" Peggy's owner said and the dogs ears turned a bit at the sound of her voice. Pangy smiled sweetly, playing the childs game - she could only guess what he was trying to fool with that talk of Francesca being from the past or she inviting him to go with her to a safe place, inside a cabinet. It could only be his imagination, right?

Her smile didn't work. He seemed to shiver in fear, eyes darting to the men surrounding rhe woman. Could he run? Maybe he should run.

Peggy huffed, rolling her eyes. Maybe we could've stayed in bed today, she tought, feeling a nudge in her butt and turning her head. It was Dennis, Collins' more serious and not-fun brother.

He looked around as if to make sure no one was watching before getting down to her level and offering some crackers. She felt her tail wagging and violently hitting Dean's leg.

Maybe it was some kind of peace offering? He'd been a pain in her ass since his brothers passing - or, better yet, a pain in everyone's ass. Either way, Peggy happily took her snacks.

She didn't pay attention when a women walked out of the cafe's door, placing her hands on Peet's shoulder. It calmed him down instantly.

"You must be Francesca, right?", Pangy asked. It was the same woman that gave her cake and water about an hour ago. She wasn't really talkative, it seemed. "Peet talked about you".

Her face didn't change and they quickly caught up that she couldn't understand their language. The woman simply smiled politely, while a cat who sat at her shoulders glared with death eyes at 'em.

The feline didn't seem to noticed Peggy as it jumped down to inspect her visitors. That was a critical error on it's part.

Peggy jumped up immediately, her tail wagging more than ever as she chomped don the cat's head, fitting it whole in her own mouth. She didn't even gave it a chance to react, which left the feline confused for a good second before hissing and swating at her.

"PIA!", Francesca yelled, concerned for the cat who managed to release itself from the grasp and jumped on the table, it's fur up and ears pinned back.

Peggy barked as she put her front paws on the table, refusing to heed her owners order to "sit" or "stay down" or "PEGGY FUCK OFF!".

She tried to grab it's tail, but only got a few good punches in the face and a scratch in the nose - that finally made her back down, confused. Aren't you friend? What a strange dog! So small and feisty!

"Gods, Peggy, get off the cat's face!", her owner spat, trying to pull her off by the collar with the help of Dennis. The dog sat again, still extremely curious.

Pia the cat started calming down only a bit, her tail swinging and howling at the dog. She was almost certain she could claw the dogs eyes out if she really tried.

Not friend?, Peggy turned her head a bit, still happy. She wasn't even bothered as her owner made a quick check up on the scratch. Mom, I wanna see the angry tiny dog!

Pangy couldn't stop muttering sorry apologies to Francesca - not that she could understand, but she most certainly felt the womans guilt for the situation.

Pia finally sat down, looking down at Peggy. Who did that ugly dog think she was to bite the head of such a princess? Pia would've sent her to the guillotine if she could.

The cat started to clean herself up, when suddenly she felt hands around her picking her up.

The man, Nigel, had a flirty smile as he handed Francesca the cat as if it was a flower bouquet. Pia was having a terrible day.

"I think this is yours, pretty~", Nigel said, winking at Franzie. She could not care less to his advances, simply taking her kitty out of his hands with a simple "thanks".

"Yeah, Nigel, she wants you to fuck off!" someone else said, giggling to himself.

"FUCK YOU, DEAN!", the man turned at him, almost growling, then stormed off in defeat.

Peggy licked her nose, looking around as Francesca pulled Peet from his chair by the arm, simply tired of dealing with that. In a moment, the three simply disappearing in the crowd that took the street.

Well, that was fun! She tought, without notincing the ooks of annoyance she was receiving from the soldiers. She managed to single handedly (pawdedly?) embarass everyone in front of Peet and Franzie.

"Sometimes I think that if she wasn't a good rescue dog, she'd be left behind", Dennis whispered, narrowing his eyes at her.

Peggy wagged her tail.

Rescue? Who am I rescuing? Will we go after Collins then?

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I hope y'all like my silly dumb dog! :]

That was all I have for now, though I could translate more of her dumb adventures.

[charaznablescanontoyota]

!! marn ocs call that a marniginal character

it's carmine!! my beloved! carmine genovese aka carmine bliss is a young and relatively new inductee to the crime syndicate libra, an organization that values secrecy so closely that most of its lieutenants used to communicate completely anonymously without knowing each others' identities. nowadays it's a little more lax, but a lot of information on libra's operations is still on a strictly need-to-know basis.

that's (partially) where carmine comes in! they manage a nightclub called the disco underground that doubles as a secure location for information brokering and shady deals. most of the booths can be closed off to be completely soundproof, and most of the bartenders/go-go dancers are experts both in eavesdropping and in defusing situations if they get a little too hairy. carmine outwardly appears to be extremely carefree and more concerned with having a good time than with anything else, but they're very good at what they do and they love being underestimated. they worked their way up to being a libra lieutenant in a little under a year, and most of their older peers in the syndicate respect their hard work.

they also have superpowers in a lot of universes ive rped them in! they exist in vprp as a side character (running a bar for supervillains) and they were my pc in a tendencies campaign for like a year. their powerset is usually being able to sap kinetic energy from other people via touch and apply it to themself/others for an instant energy boost. in tendencies this led to them being kind of a glass cannon because they had to get in touching distance of whoever they were fighting to power up their attacks and it usually led to them being curbstomped before returning to combat like 3x more powerful than they'd been. fun stuff.

their family is jewish-italian and they are very loud all the time and they are incredibly tight with each other despite all living in different states. they have two older sisters named francesca/frankie and pia and a younger brother whose name i don't remember (i want to say angelo???) and also a bodyguard named rocco who is their bestie who basically lives in their house and knows a bunch of information he probably shouldn't because he's the person carmine tells stuff to when they feel like they need to tell a secret or they're going to explode

send me !! and i'll tell you about an oc!

[fabienneaudeoud]

Joseph Grigely Even If You Can't HearGalerie Francesca Pia, ZürichJanuary 29 – March 12, 2016

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ANTONIO CESTI'S L'ORONTEA AT LA SCALA, OCTOBER 5, 2024

Way before Mario Cavaradossi set eyes on the Marchesa Attavanti in Sant’Andrea della Valle, another young man was already painting his way into operatic stardom, putting some newly discovered beauty on the canvas: enter Alidoro. He used to work for Arnea, Queen of Phoenicia; now a fugitive running for his life, he finds shelter and is showered with affection (both royal and not royal) at the court of Orontea, Queen of Egypt. The first appearance of L’Orontea at La Scala in sixty-three years (back in 1961 it was the Piccola Scala, and the cast was headlined by Teresa Berganza) is a Robert Carsen/Giovanni Antonini collaboration that, to me, qualifies as an absolute hit in many respects. Robert Carsen’s staging was but a crude, plain snapshot of the way we (it’s us—there’s no mistaking that) are currently dealing with two specific subjects: love and art. I’ve got a bit of a spoiler: it’s an extremely bitter snapshot. I suspect it might put a full serving of Unicum® to shame, but it was never overblown or emphatic. You could easily imagine a voice-over part be like, look, our experience of love (and art) is utterly empty. Superficial. Vain. We’re just hopeless (and clueless to boot), but nobody needs to pretend anybody should be excited about it: it’s old news about very old people. (I’m thinking of inner/spiritual age here). The how was a virtuoso display of realism where a number of Duane Hanson’s humans seemed to somehow meet a pretty sarcastic/prankish version of Alessandro Michele and/or Francesco Vezzoli (with entourage). As for the orchestra conducted by Giovanni Antonini, they treated us to a spectacular journey through unfamiliar territories.

The prominence of such instruments as harp, theorbos (three of them), harpsichords (two, plus one organ), and viola da gamba put L’Orontea in the middle of a pensive, somewhat muted musical landscape. Besides, the relatively conventional bits played by tutti (where the whole string section would kick in, together with regular/measured rhythm) sounded like eerie mechanical dances from some remote region of our past. Zooming out in order to embrace the entire night, I’d say a certain cold/rational vibe—made of detachment, abstraction, possibly a dose of contempt—was everywhere. And that vibe found a perfectly coherent champion in Stéphanie d’Oustrac: her Orontea—the icy ruler who absolutely won’t, but should, but would, but cannot, but maybe ultimately will…—was a memorable, puzzling mix of refinement and mediocrity. Quite interestingly, Francesca Pia Vitale as Silandra (Orontea’s aide/lady in waiting; she passionately loves Corindo, then Alidoro, then Corindo again) came with a decidedly different set of colors. Her singing was wide open, flexuous, impromptu-like. And her glossy timbre made it all the more absorbing. If I had to produce a personal shortlist of highlights, I think I’d go with a couple of hazy, positively brooding solo intros played by the concertmaster during Act III. And I’d definitely go with the two opening parties (one for a nameless artist’s exhibition [end of Act I], one for Alidoro’s own exhibition [end of Act III]): each of those buzzy, defiantly blunt codas—to some extent fabricated (in short: interpolated, non-Cesti music), to some extent indispensable—was downright exceptional.

[likarotarublogger]

Grazie a "Un Volto per la Moda", il 20 agosto la splendida piazza di Apricena è stata teatro di un evento indimenticabile: per la prima volta sul Gargano, si è tenuta una tappa di selezione regionale del concorso di bellezza e talento "Una Ragazza per il Cinema". Con una grande partecipazione del pubblico, le concorrenti hanno sfilato sul palco, mostrando non solo la loro bellezza, ma anche il loro talento artistico. La serata è stata condotta con brio da Valeria Di Maggio, presentatrice ufficiale di "Un Volto per la Moda" e nota sui social come content creator, insieme al celebre imitatore Stefano Bucci. Insieme, hanno saputo intrattenere il pubblico con la loro professionalità e piccoli sketch divertenti che hanno intervallato le varie esibizioni, regalando momenti di leggerezza e simpatia. Le concorrenti si sono esibite in diverse uscite, mettendo in mostra le loro abilità e movenze, mentre un cantante, che ha imitato magistralmente Adriano Celentano, ha contribuito a creare un'atmosfera ancora più coinvolgente. La giuria, composta da cinque professioniste nel campo del talento — Anna Maria Torelli, presidente del consiglio comunale di Apricena, Antonietta Di Michele, Giovanna Nargiso, Elena Rodica Rotaru e Pia Martino — ha selezionato le ragazze in base al loro stile e alle loro performance nelle varie esibizioni. Le ragazze scelte per proseguire nel concorso sono: Silvana De Bellis, Giulia Prencipe, Gaia Pia Iannone, Alessia Romagnolo, Aurora Provvidenza Pistillo, Giada Carriello e Francesca Pia D'Alessandro. Alcune fasce di merito sono state consegnate da un ospite presente alla serata, il modello Giuseppe Leone, vincitore del titolo di Mister nel 2022 nel concorso "Una Ragazza, un Ragazzo e un Bambino per lo Spettacolo" di Massimo Meschino, con una selezione di "Un Volto per la Moda". Le fasce delle selezioni, invece, sono state consegnate dalla giuria. L'evento è stato reso possibile grazie all'amministrazione del comune di Apricena e all'indispensabile aiuto dello staff e dei collaboratori professionisti, composto da Michele Di Maggio, Mariateresa Trotta, Claudio Cisternino, Davide Augello, Giovanni Ercolino e Chiara Marisa Cappucci, che hanno lavorato dietro le quinte per garantire il successo della serata. Il direttore artistico, Rosanna Stega, ha concluso l'evento ringraziando il sindaco di Apricena e l'amministrazione comunale, l'instancabile segretaria comunale Grazia Medugno, tutte le ragazze che hanno partecipato alla selezione, il Salone Elegance Parrucchieri di Apricena, Celentanoide, il numeroso pubblico presente, i presentatori e tutto il service che ha contribuito alla realizzazione di questa straordinaria serata.

Articolo di @likarotarublogger @elenarodicarotaru-blog

[pavedinashes-if]

Now I have to ask if it hasn’t been asked already… if F noticed Fr feelings towards MC, did N ever notice ? And have they ever brought it up 👀 ?

Ah that is such a good Q! Chapeau!

N is overall jealous

Problem here is: If they noticed Fr staring at Mc, they’d have to admit to staring themself.

They never brought it up,just tried to get between MC and FR whenever possible.

Fr: "Scusi? Now you have the eagle of the eye?"

N: "I think it is called the other way around, actually."

Fr: "Pah! I don't care. Last week you didn't even notice I had my hair cut. My fucking hair! And today you are telling me you noticed I am nice to your friend? Asked how their day was? Gave them a spoon, which you forgot when making them a cappuccino."

N: "That is something else."

Fr: "Sure it is. It always is for you… stupido scimmia…“

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Dietrich at Galerie Francesca Pia

http://dlvr.it/TC2bXn

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Check out Rochelle Feinstein, There There (2002), From Galerie Francesca Pia

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Kaspar Müller

Lampen Galerie Francesca Pia, Zürich November 9, 2018 – January 5, 2019

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I FINALISTI DEL PREMIO VIAREGGIO-RÈPACI

La giuria del premio Viareggio-Rèpaci ha annunciato le terne di narrativa, poesia e saggistica che accedono alla finale dello storico premio letterario, giunto quest'anno alla sua novantacinquesima edizione.

Per la categoria NARRATIVA: Silvia Avallone con Cuore nero (Rizzoli), Federica De Paolis, con Da parte di madre (Feltrinelli) e Marco Lodoli, con Tanto poco, (Einaudi).

Per la categoria POESIA: Stefano Dal Bianco con Paradiso (Garzanti), Mariangela Gualtieri con Bello Mondo (Einaudi) e Laura Pugno con I nomi (La nave di Teseo).

Per la categoria SAGGISTICA: Pierluigi Battista con I miei eroi (La nave di Teseo), Francesco Gambino con In sala con il diritto (La nave di Teseo) e Vincenzo Trione con Prologo celeste (Einaudi).

La Giuria del Premio è composta da Paolo Mieli (Presidente) - giornalista, saggista e storico, Leonardo Colombati (vicepresidente) - scrittore, Luca Alvino - poeta, Maria Pia Ammirati - dirigente televisiva, scrittrice e giornalista, Camilla Baresani - scrittrice e insegnante, Giorgio Biferali - scrittore e insegnante, Maria Borio - poetessa, Gabriella Buontempo – produttrice cinematografica, Diamante D'Alessio - giornalista, Francesca Ferrandi - autrice, Costanza Geddes da Filicaia - docente di Letteratura italiana contemporanea, Emma Giammattei - docente di Letteratura Italiana, Luciano Luciani professore e giornalista, Edoardo Nesi - scrittore e saggista, Mirella Serri - docente di Letteratura e giornalismo.