"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Rimpianto esistenziale

La striscia di oggi del Filobosco mi fa tornare alla mente uno dei grandi rimpianti della mia infanzia. Non aver mai avuto una paperella con cui fare il bagno. La prossima ricorrenza è Natale: chi rimedia?

Fotografia di Thomas Breakwelt


PS: i piani procedono per metà, sto studiando Teoria e Progetto di Costruzioni e Strutture 2 ma mentirei se dicessi che sto capendo tutto…

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Pride Month 2025 – It’s a Wrap

We Were Always Here: on Memory, Erasure, and the Persistence of Queer History All month long, we have journeyed through scroll and scripture, painting and poetry, ruin and reliquary, gathering voices, gestures, glances that once defied the world to say: we have always loved differently.

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9 Comments
  • Njord
    Posted at 07:17h, 10 July Reply

    Mha, al più io posso rimediare lo scopettone per il pupazzo di neve…o, forse, la crota per il naso

    :-P

  • babilonia61
    Posted at 20:16h, 10 July Reply

    …poco a poco l’acqua del sapere va al mare, ad abbeverare il futuro, poco a poco, raggiungerai le mete, basta solo lavorare piacevolmente

    felicità

    Rino

  • Conigliolo
    Posted at 02:06h, 11 July Reply

    io ho ben due paperelle inutilizzate.

    Intravedo una soluzione

  • HowlingWolf
    Posted at 08:07h, 11 July Reply

    Devo comprarne una per la lupacchiotta (ed una per me, che vivo il tuo stesso dramma), possiamo organizzarci!

  • Damiani
    Posted at 10:58h, 11 July Reply

    dai che ce la fai!!!

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 06:59h, 12 July Reply

    questo sogno mi sembra decisamente realizzabile.

    bene. ;-)

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 10:51h, 12 July Reply

    E’ sempre bello avervi tutti vicini, sono commossa. Grazie Heraclitus, Damiani e Rino. Njord, tieniti in standby per la prossima nevicata. Lupo, sono contenta che finalmente il tuo dramma stia per avere fine. E dulcis in fundo, prode Conigliolo sei la mia salvezza: riesci a postarmene una qui, che uso le mie facoltà transustanziatrici? :-p

  • Conigliolo
    Posted at 20:58h, 12 July Reply

    Te la posterò, non dubitare!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 22:13h, 12 July Reply

    Mio eroe

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