#rovesciata

[amamiofacciouncasinoo]

[noneun]

Epifania, tutte le feste si porta via.

Quest’anno si è portata via anche Gianluca Vialli.

[marcos123socram]

Il calciatore che imitavo quando giocavo da ragazzo. La sua grinta, le sue rovesciate, la capacità di trascinare il proprio gruppo fino a traguardi importanti. Ho ancora la tua maglia della Sampdoria 🤗 Ciao Luca #vialli #9 #rovesciata #gianlucavialli (presso Stadio Olimpico Roma) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnHuQ1BIEQT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[phanofclouds]

wishing the best possible night ever to benjamin pavard

[mad-maximoff]

𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫

Kristin X Bianca (Mafia Mamma)

Sum: It all started with a bottle of wine...

Warning: Language, light-fingering, oral

Word Count: 2,543

This first batch isn't half bad. Kristin thought as she sipped slowly on the newly made red wine. The vineyard was blossoming after countless trials and errors bringing it to life after her late grandfather let go for so many years. He was the 'Don' of the Mafia after all, but he must have had spare time. Right? Guess not. 

Kristin left the enormous Italian house her grandfather left her to escape everyone and her problems. Her dealing with the fact she has to 'run' the Mafia, a bunch of other Italian gangsters want her dead and Kristin's fling with Carlo ended after she got arrested. All she had was her family. Her new family. Aldo, Dante...and Bianca. She found a new friendship within her. After Kristin killed her cousin, Fabrizio, she was confused and bewildered with rushing thoughts of relief and fear.

"God...what a day..." Kristin tasted the last drop before rolling over in the outdoor bed she had moved into the garden. More aesthetic she thought. Better than a bunch of patio chairs you'd get at Lowes. She reached down to the miniature table to the unlabeled bottle of wine. Uncorked and half-drank. She poured another glass as she noticed the bottle was empty. "Damn..."

"What's the matter amore? You seem-...um..rovesciata." Bianca came from the villa into the garden. Kristin thought Bianca's hair was so luscious flowing behind her shoulders. The way she strutted in her black heels so effortlessly under the dirt. "Rovesciata Bianca?" 

"I can't remember the word in English. You look sad. Why not I turn that frown upside down huh?" Bianca jumped into bed behind Kristin snatching the glass from her. "Why are drinking our wine when you are sad? We made good batch yes?" She gulped the newly poured wine. 

"Hey, hey! Easy that's mine! And ours?" Kristin held out her hand to take the glass back. Bianca chuckled under her breath handing Kristin back her glass. "Well...just like we agreed upon, You and me having 50/50 handling the invisible family and the winery." Bianca leaped across Kristin landing on her lap. "You cannot back out Kris." Bianca giggled tracing her hands around Kristin's white blazer going under to her lace bodysuit. Kristin knew something was up with Bianca from the moment they met. It wasn't because she was a tad intimidating at first, but something strange. Like for example, there were no men in her life. No men would come over. Kristin told Bianca she's allowed to have guests since they live together now but all Bianca wants to do is crawl into bed with Kristin and watch Real Housewives. Whatever State. Bianca says it's to learn 'American' culture, but her commentary is hilarious. 

"Haha! No, I can't can I," Kristin lent out her glass to Bianca who happily took it. "So, are you going to be sitting on my lap all day or are we going work on this garden?" She huffed feeling Bianca's weight shift.

"Hm...perhaps...I wanted to try something you keep saying with you." Bianca continued tracing her hands over Kristin's waist applying some pressure. 

"What's that Bia?" Kristin giggled with the sensation of being tickled. "Stop it, I-I'm t-ticklish! Haha!"

"Awe bambina..haha, you're saying...what was it? Ah yes. Eat, Pray, Fuck."

"Oh, nice! So I'm guessing you'll have company later then?" 

"Not exactly no. Since you know, we have been so close lately, and I am always waking up next to you.." Bianca planted the wine glass on the table with her hair falling around her face. 

"Well, that's because we're watching Real Housewives! We're almost done on Beverly Hills." 

"Yes, yes. I am aware. Watching overly self-indulging burnt women are amusing but I meant I thought we were so close, you'd partake in the eat, pray, fucking with me?" Bianca swished her hair over her shoulder as the silk robe she wore fell off her shoulder. Kristin was bewildered. She always saw Bianca as a friend. A best friend even. Nothing more, but maybe Bianca didn't. 

"Bia, come on. I'm straight, I think...at least. We're friends right?"

"Of course tesoro! But, I was thinking, we are such good friends that it would not be awkward for us." Bianca began to pull the strings of her robe until Kristin stopped her. "Woah! Woah there! Maybe not awkward for you but I've never been with a woman." Kristin spoke in a hushed whisper knowing fully well they were alone. Bianca stopped to push Kristin's blazer off her shoulders. "Oh now, Kris, you are in Italy. Anything can happen. It is natural. I find you beautiful; I hope you find me the same." Bianca's hands crept up from Kristin's waist to her face. Lightly lifting her jaw with her soft fingers. "I-I do B, but this is just too quick. I got arrested, shot at and killed my own cousin. I served him as wine for god sake!" Bianca still held Kristin's jaw close to her face. Kristin's face turned pale with a mixture of anxiety and confusion.

"Great. All that hard work we've done, we need a good stress relief." Bianca pulled Kristin's face to press her bottom lip to Kristin's. Inhaling the smell of wine between them connecting their lips. "Well then," Kristin was the first to break their kiss. "That wasn't totally terrible." Bianca smirked as she rubbed Kristin's jawline. "Oh darling, it's going to get a lot better." Bianca's Italian accent layered on under her breath as she began to untie her robe again. With no more objection Kristin. Not sitting in confusion and bewilderment but in curiosity. Bianca's hooped earrings dangled effortlessly with the sun bouncing off them. Her silk robe slipped off her shoulders to reveal a dark purple lacy lingerie set underneath.  

"Wow, purple looks good on you-..." Kristin was hushed by Bianca's finger traced softly against her lips. "Shh-...Rilassati, dolce ragazza..." Kristin's Italian was getting better but not good enough to understand. She stared in confusion as Bianca let her lips go, giving a sly smirk. "I'm telling you to um...shut up. Nicely." 

"Ha, I think I enjoyed it more in Italian." Kris tried to shift her weight underneath Bianca's body only to have Bianca's hands stop her. Her hands crept to her jaw. Bianca's breath lightly pulled Kristin in. "Be quiet-..." Shivers crept down her spine with the fear of being discovered. Her body was warm by the humidity but in the moment all she could think about was Bianca's cold lips. Pleading with her in her mind to kiss her again. To stop toying with her. Kristin peeled off her blazer tossing it away from the bed near the garden's limits. Kris straightened her back crashing into Bianca's lips not waiting any longer. Bianca smirked against Kristin's lips leading into the kiss. At first, they were soft with each other, but once Kris finally got into it, Bianca became a force. She captured Kristin's hands in hers, rocking her body on top of Kris's. Bianca's weight finally took over pinning Kristin onto the bed. They both huffed continuing their lip-lock. Exploring each other's mouths in great detail. Bianca left Kristin's hands alone to cup her cheeks in each palm. Stroking Kris's cheekbones with her thumbs. Kristin's hands touched Bianca's knees tracing up to her hips. Her fingers swept under the lace of Bianca's panties. Pulling the purple lace away from her hip and then releasing it. The lace bounced against her plush skin. Bianca winced leaving Kristin's cheeks digging her nails into her shoulders. "Mhm...you're going to leave marks." Kris broke their kiss tensing with the feeling of Bianca's nails digging deeper. "You will too. But, isn't that the idea amore? To remind everyone you're all mine?" Bianca unclenched her nails into Kris's shoulders, she swiped Kristin's straps of her lace bodysuit off letting them fall down her arms. "Ha-...is that so?" Bianca’s hands dipped into Kris’s flamingo pants to unhook them apart.

"Esatto, bellissimo..." Bianca's nails dipped down under her pants unbuttoning the clasps of Kristin's bodysuit. Kristin didn't notice, she was more focused on Bianca. She was mesmerized by Bianca's dark chocolate eyes. Darting back and forth, peering up to Kris's face and down to where her hands presided. Kristin bit her lower lip, she was too stunned to utter a word. She kept thinking, 'I just killed someone and our rival crime family. And I can't ask this beautiful woman to kiss me!?' 

Without thinking a moment longer, Kristin swallowed her pride coaxing her throat. She finally realized what Bianca's plans were and she pulled back. "Wait, please.." Kristin scooted higher on the bed which resulted in her pink pants rolling down past her knees. "What is it? What's wrong." An alarmed Bianca raised her hands away not sure what was going on. "Bianca, before you do," Kristin swallowed, pulling off her pants and tossing them into a hedge. "Kiss me again, please." Kristin met Bianca in the middle of the bed prompting herself on her knees. Their kneecaps touched one another, Kris let her hand graze Bia's jaw. Bianca giggled as her head met with Kristin's. "Come..." Kris lifted Bia's head nuzzling their lips together so perfectly. Both their lipsticks created a new shade. Bianca nudged her thigh between Kris's legs making her fall on her back. Kristin's body suit scrunched up past her belly button. At this moment Kristin could give a damn, she knew where Bia was heading. All she was thinking was that was happy she was having this moment with someone she cared about, and she knew Bia cared for her as well.

Bianca's fingers traced the inside of Kristin's thighs, reaching higher every stroke her nails made. Kristin felt all of her hair stand on her body, her body began to twitch under Bianca. Their lips were still locked as one. 

It was almost cinematic; Kristin thought. This beautiful afternoon sun in the Italian villa, the gentle breeze that ever so slightly blew Bianca's espresso-curled hair on top of Kristin. It was perfect. Maybe this is what Kristin was searching for. Not only a close friend but something more with Bianca deep down. This was the eat, prey, fuck she wanted. 

Bianca's hand, still traced along the inside of Kris's thigh as the other hand glided slowly to Kris's face. Brushing her blonde strands away from her cheek, softly caressing where the hair once lay. 

"Mhm-.." Bianca broke their kiss as she caught her breath, Kristin inhaled the mixed scent of wine and Bia's perfume. Bianca arose on top of Kris's body pushing her hair behind her shoulders with one hand still placed between Kris's thighs. Kristin held out her hand tugging the underwire of Bia's bra. Bianca smirked bending her chest down to allow Kristin's hands to crawl around and unhook the clasps of her bra. Bianca sat up letting the sheer purple bra fall. Kristin threw the bra overhead, hopefully not landing in the man-made pond. 

Bianca thought time after time of this moment, she thought it would have been much sooner but she didn't complain. Kristin needed a hand to hold but was not babied into it. Bianca's hand left Kris's thigh, not so gracefully as the first time. The anticipation alone made them edgy. Bianca stroked Kris's middle grazing her mound thinking about when did Kristin have the time in Italy to get a nice bikini wax. Her middle finger slipped into her slit fitting effortlessly. Kristin hummed out as her head tilted back, Bianca was excited by her action wanting to see how far she could take her American blonde. 

Bianca rotated her hand as she inserted her middle finger delicately. Kristin bit her lip as her laugh turned into a low moan. Bia was quite pleased with herself to see her business partner melt into her hand. "Ah!...Bia-..." Kris's groaned as she rested her hands against Bianca's hips. 

"Haha! See amore, I told you you'd enjoy yourself." Bianca continued to finger Kris's pussy increasing her pace. "Uh-huh! Yes-.." Kristin broke out clentching Bianca's soft hips. "Mm...please...don't stop." She relaxed her head locking her eyes with Bia. 

"Oh no, no amore." Bianca thrusted bending her thumb over Kris's clit. Bianca bit her tongue allowing herself to focus. Kristin shifted her hands higher touching Bia's ribs. Kris's thumbs caressed her breasts. Bianca beamed tilting her head to the side, gradually sliding her finger out soaking Kristin's thigh with her wetness sticking together. "B-Bianca! Why did you stop?" Kristin whined while she cupped Bia's tits overfilling in Kris's hands. Bianca giggled biting her lower lip. "Aspettare...the day isn't over until I say love." Bianca swayed her hair as she shifted her weight down Kris's body and spread Kristin's legs open. Kristin's legs shook sending little twitches all through her chest. Bianca stretched her back out before cupping her hair behind her back. Bia wished at this moment she had an elastic. 

Bianca crouched down as her hands squeezed either side of Kristin's thighs to keep them apart. Bia hummed readily saving no time to have the first taste of her partner. "Oh god!" Kristin cried out. Her hands clammed up as she gripped the bedsheets underneath. Bia dreamt of this moment, to make Kristin happy. She wasted no time delving her tongue in between her lips in a vertical motion. The tip of her tongue grazed her folds tenderly locking eyes with Kris immediately. "Shit...Bia!" Kristin purred as her hands touched Bianca's head tangling her fingers in her strands. She bucked against Bia's face, pressing herself against her tongue in a desperate search for more. Bianca continued to lap Kris's juices softly sucking her lips clean. The tip of Bianca's tongue began to swipe against Kris's clit, pressing on the little button and rolling it under her tongue. Kristin couldn't hold her composure any longer. Her choppy moans turned into loud pleas. Kris's back arched pulling her grip on Bia's hair. "Oh, B-Bia...Bianca..." 

Bianca kept her pace as she switched from licking Kris’s clit to sticking her tongue into Kris’s pussy, as Bianca unclenched one of her hands away from Kris’s thigh she placed it solely on Kristin’s mound gently pulling her skin back. Bianca’s fingers crept down to spread Kris’s folds to expose her clit, rotating her hand so her thumb can stroke Kris’s clit. 

“Oh god, Bia! I’m-I’m gonna…”Kristin gritted her teeth tilting her head back. Krist took a sharp breath in. “Mhm…cum Kristin. Cum amore.” Bianca resumed rubbing Kris’s clit. “O-oh god! Bianca!” Kristin’s body shot up as her thighs quivered with Bianca still between them. Bia sat up lunging towards Kristin making them both fall against the mattress. 

“Haha! What are you doing?” Kris moved large strands of Bianca’s hair away from her face. “My prosthetic was killing me, Kris. If I go down on you again, I’m getting a pillow.” Bianca giggled nuzzling her chin into Kristin’s collarbone. 

“Why not next time you take your prosthetic leg off?” Kristin regained her composure to catch her breath. “So you’re saying this won’t be the first time then?”

“Like what you said, Bianca. I’m in Italy now. Let’s eat, prey, fuck. Together.” Kristin grinned pulling Bianca in for another kiss. That wine wasn’t bad at all. Kristin thought.

[occhietti]

L’intimo è ciò che si nega al pubblico per concederlo solo a chi si vuol far entrare nel proprio segreto profondo. Il pudore, che difende la nostra intimità, difende anche la nostra libertà. Non è una faccenda di vesti, sottovesti o abbigliamento intimo, ma una sorta di vigilanza, dove si decide il grado di apertura e di chiusura verso l’altro.

Ma contro tutto ciò soffia il vento del nostro tempo che vuole la pubblicizzazione della propria intimità, perché in una società consumista, dove le merci per essere prese in considerazione devono essere pubblicizzate, si propaga un costume che contagia anche il comportamento degli uomini, i quali hanno la sensazione di esistere solo se si mettono in mostra. Conformismo e consumismo hanno messo in circolazione un nuovo vizio che per comodità chiamiamo "spudoratezza", con riferimento non tanto a uno scenario sessuale, quanto al crollo di quelle pareti che consentono di distinguere l'interiorità dall'esteriorità, la parte "privata", "intima" di ciascuno di noi dalla sua esposizione e pubblicizzazione.

Ciò produce una metamorfosi dell’individuo che ormai si riconosce solo nella propria immagine, e perciò non cerca più se stesso. I nostri vissuti emotivi, che abitavano il segreto della nostra interiorità, dove domina il raccoglimento e il silenzio, ma forse anche la solitudine, le parole di preghiera, le parole d’amore, le parole d’amicizia, le parole di rabbia, le parole umane, hanno dovuto esteriorizzarsi come la pelle rovesciata di un serpente.

- Umberto Galimberti

Klaudia Rataj photography

[ilfildiarianna]

Ieri ho fatto la torta rovesciata alle mele 🍎 ricetta di Damiano Carrara.Lui ha impiegato 2 minuti ,io ho dovuto guardare il suo video 10 volte (stop /riparti /ari stop…).Però è venuta buonissima ,fidatevi 😂

[the-cricket-chirps]

Tullio Crali

Upside Down Loop (Death Loop) (Granvolta rovesciata - Giro della morte)

1938

[ilblogdellestorie]

Una barca rovesciata nella Darsena a Milano, con la scritta "Strage di Lampedusa 3 ottobre 2013".

Intorno braccia e mani che affiorano alla ricerca disperata di aiuto mentre affogano, circondate da crisantemi bianchi che galleggiano.

E' l'installazione shock, che ricorda la la "strage del mare" del 3 ottobre 2013, quando un peschereccio proveniente dalla Libia si rovesciò davanti alle coste di Lampedusa provocando 368 morti, di cui 83 donne e 9 minori. L'opera è stata voluta dal Municipio 6 di Milano.

[veroves]

funerale, bottiglia di coca rovesciata in ogni dove a pranzo, lavoro fino alle 21. le giornate, quelle belle.

[isteric4]

momento food porn romagnolo sta piada è patrimonio unesco (me la sono rovesciata sui pantaloni porcodio)

[canesenzafissadimora]

L’intimo è ciò che si nega al pubblico per concederlo solo a chi si vuol far entrare nel proprio segreto profondo. Il pudore, che difende la nostra intimità, difende anche la nostra libertà. Non è una faccenda di vesti, sottovesti o abbigliamento intimo, ma una sorta di vigilanza, dove si decide il grado di apertura e di chiusura verso l’altro.

Ma contro tutto ciò soffia il vento del nostro tempo che vuole la pubblicizzazione della propria intimità, perché in una società consumista, dove le merci per essere prese in considerazione devono essere pubblicizzate, si propaga un costume che contagia anche il comportamento degli uomini, i quali hanno la sensazione di esistere solo se si mettono in mostra. Conformismo e consumismo hanno messo in circolazione un nuovo vizio che per comodità chiamiamo "spudoratezza", con riferimento non tanto a uno scenario sessuale, quanto al crollo di quelle pareti che consentono di distinguere l'interiorità dall'esteriorità, la parte "privata", "intima" di ciascuno di noi dalla sua esposizione e pubblicizzazione.

Ciò produce una metamorfosi dell’individuo che ormai si riconosce solo nella propria immagine, e perciò non cerca più se stesso. I nostri vissuti emotivi, che abitavano il segreto della nostra interiorità, dove domina il raccoglimento e il silenzio, ma forse anche la solitudine, le parole di preghiera, le parole d’amore, le parole d’amicizia, le parole di rabbia, le parole umane, hanno dovuto esteriorizzarsi come la pelle rovesciata di un serpente.

Umberto Galimberti, Il libro delle emozioni.

[zibaldone-di-pensieri]

Vorrei tanto che il Toro umiliasse la Juve, tipo un 4 a 0, così che certi idioti smettano di parlare.

Magari una rovesciata di Sanabria

:)

[unfilodaria]

Quanti di voi...

Quanti di voi sono monotematici in quello che fanno e soprattutto pensano quotidianamente? Credo che da giovani si sia più portati a spaziare con la mente, a sognare storie incredibili o banali avventure, ad aggrapparsi a un piccolo particolare e a costruirci su fantasie improbabili e fantasmagoriche. Con l'avanzare degli anni, il peso delle responsabilità, il lavoro, le delusioni e le gioie, che inevitabilmente tendono a diradarsi, costringono la nostra visione del mondo e dello spazio su poche tematiche, se non sempre le stesse: cosa mi aspetta domani al lavoro? Come ci arrivo a fine mese? Cosa mi cucino? Che devo comprare? E soprattutto (e non negate), in una sorta di rewind, si torna e si ritorna sulle proprie occasioni mancate, sulla monotonia della vita, sui pochi amici (solidi) rimasti, sui pettegolezzi, su quello che ci può riservare il futuro, sulle insoddisfazioni (come nel mio caso) amorose. Guardandomi intorno, sono pochissime le persone che conosco che possono dirsi soddisfatte, che siano contente di come la loro vita abbia svoltato negli anni, dei loro amori, delle loro delusioni, della fantasia dell'amore mancato per scarso coraggio o perché il treno l'hai perso, degli affetti quotidiani che si sbiadiscono giorno dopo giorno e che non ti rendono felice o che fanno sentire almeno soddisfatto chi condivide con te i tuoi spazi. Quindi io ritorno col pensiero alla stessa persona, che ho lasciato andare via e che ben contenta è andata via, se non lo era già da tempo, e se, al momento, penso di essere diventato monotematico, poi mi convinco che non sono il solo a sentirsi solo, spaesato e insoddisfatto. Perché avere la vita che scorre su binari certi, soprattutto di questi tempi, è un terno al lotto, è vincere la lotteria di Capodanno, segnare un gol in rovesciata alla Pelé, è trovare un portafoglio zeppo di monete e non doverlo restituire a nessuno. Insomma, una botta di culo che a pochi fortunati riesce. Gli altri si accontentano, fanno spallucce, nicchiano, si dicono "mai peggio" oppure restano con una malinconia insondabile nel cuore, che difficilmente qualcun altro riuscirà a cancellare o a sostituire. Ma continuare a sognare, anche se si sta navigando abbondantemente negli "anta" e si vede sfuggire il tempo, non ha mai ucciso nessuno e a me piace continuarlo a fare, perché se oggi mi è andata male, mi auguro che prima o poi questa onda grigia finisca per sfumare in una verde tenue o in una celeste radioso. Ma ciò non toglie che chi mi manca mancherà sempre, perché queste cose sono i tasselli insostituibili della tua vita, che fanno di te quel che sei.

[aurozmp]

mi si è rovesciata addosso la macchinetta del caffè con tutta l’acqua bollente. mi sento così esaurita in questo periodo che vorrei solo piangere