Presa di Spuma

[francescacammisa1]

Coppia

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Puoi vivere tutta la vita con una persona, soltanto se hai abbandonato l'idea di purezza. Non lasciarsi mai non è un'idea pura, ma al contrario è un modo di accettare in un rapporto d'amore tutte le fragilità, le debolezze, le diversità, gli odi e i periodi di stanchezza, i tradimenti. L'amore è tutto questo, messo accanto ai periodi belli. Invece l'idea che si ha dell'amore è di solito un inseguimento ossessivo della perfezione assoluta della coppia. Così, però, ogni litigio, ogni stanchezza, ogni desiderio altro, sono macchie, indebolimenti, sacrilegi contro la perfezione, segni di declino. Quindi, avendoli accumulati nel tempo, ci si deve lasciare perché non si sopporta che dentro il rapporto ci sia anche il dolore o il ricordo di momenti tristi.

Francesco Piccolo - Il desiderio di essere come tutti

Ph Noémia Prada

[lino-en-linea]

Lucila Nogueira.

[francescacammisa1]

Vita

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Dipende da quale significato diamo al verbo vivere. Il problema è che noi, intendo le donne e gli uomini in generale, tendiamo a considerare vita solo ciò che coincide con il fare, con l'azione pratica, con la realtà. Ma questo rappresenta solo una minima parte di quello che siamo. E dove lo mettiamo tutto quello che succede nella nostra testa? Non è forse anche quello parte della nostra esistenza? [...] Dovremmo imparare a sostituire la parola vivere con essere.

Domenico Dara – Liberata

Ph Noémia Prada

[sylviadastra]

I knew that I wanted her badly. I had forgotten what it was not to want her.

-What I loved, Siri Hustvedt

[dk-thrive]

The pattern has gone awry. I've lost the old timing.

Although furnishings have been replaced over the years, the configuration of the rooms in our house is the same. The kitchen and bathrooms were re-done, chairs and sofas have been reupholstered, walls painted; but sameness has dominated difference over time. As I navigate the house alone, I imitate the rhythms of before Paul died in the spaces of after he died. The house is a real house, but it is also an architecture of memory. All houses occupied by the same persons for any length of time become zones of gestural repetition, of meals made and consumed, of garbage taken out and mail taken in, of coffee makers turned on and off, of kettles with boiling water poured out for tea, of beds made and laundry folded, of showers and baths, of toothbrushing and face washing, and on and on. These belong to various forms of embodied memory. I walk through these banal tasks just as I used to. My limbs move. I breathe in and out. My heart beats. The sameness is felt in my movements, and there is comfort in repeating them, but the rhythm of these acts is also irregular. The pattern has gone awry. I've lost the old timing.

— Siri Hustvedt, Ghost Stories: A Memoir (Simon & Schuster, May 5, 2026)

[notthatitreallymatters]

Only seconds after she smiled over a witty remark she had made to herself, she looks at his chair in the dining room, the blue chair where he ate breakfast every morning and ate dinner every night, the chair underneath which are scratches in the floorboards because he sat heavily in that chair and sometimes moved it while he was sitting. The scratches that annoyed her before he died are now traces of his body's living weight after he died. She buckles over, and, with her arms folded across her chest, she howls at the insensate walls, 'I want you back. I want you back."

Ghost Stories - Siri Hustvedt

[dk-thrive]

There are moments when NOW obliterates grief: warm sunshine on my face, the red of a tomato at the farmers market, the sound of my shoes as they slap on the sidewalk, the speechless Miles, who reaches for my face and places his wet open mouth to my cheek or chin or nose and laughs.

— Siri Hustvedt, Ghost Stories: A Memoir (Simon & Schuster, May 5, 2026)

[notthatitreallymatters]

We all die, but I had him in my life, and because I had him, I'm not who I was when I met him but someone else - better, warmer, tougher, wiser.

Ghost Stories - Siri Hustvedt

[galactic-potterhead]

“Every sickness has an alien quality, a feeling of invasion and loss of control that is evident in the language we use about it.” ―Siri Hustvedt, The Shaking Woman, or A History of My Nerves

[dk-thrive]

When troubled, I read. I read obsessively about whatever is troubling me. It doesn’t solve the problem. It brings me distance. It chills the burn. It’s preferable to a bottle of scotch.

— Siri Hustvedt, Ghost Stories: A Memoir (Simon & Schuster, May 5, 2026)

[petalidiagapanto]

«La sera si riflette nelle pozzanghere come un tesoro dimenticato. Resto al riparo nel caffè, diviso tra un libro di Siri Hustvedt e la voglia di non cambiare idea. Eppure, certi libri sono varchi: basta una frase perché affiori un ricordo caro, e il mondo, d'improvviso, torna a somigliarci» (Sosio Giordano)

[lunamarish]

I vecchi luoghi infiammano il clima interno del nostro passato. I venti miti, le calme dolorose e le dure tempeste di emozioni dimenticate ritornano in noi quando torniamo nei luoghi in cui sono accadute.

Siri Hustvedt

[etrangersvoyageant]

We are all wishful creatures, and we wish backward, too, not only forward, and thereby rebuild the curious, crumbling architecture of memory into structures that are more habitable. Memories of the Future, Siri Hustvedt

[lost-at-seven-pm]

"Grief threatens ordinary time because what used to be routine is distorted by the absence of the beloved person, and that hole in the world changes the rhythms of living. I’ve found that it’s really important, at least for me, to keep up the forms of daily life, to cooking regular meals, my writing, errands, walks. I cling to these repetitions as sustenance."

Siri Hustvedt

[dk-thrive]

Remembering, forgetting, imagining, dreaming, hallucinating. Do we always know where one begins and the other ends?

— Siri Hustvedt, Ghost Stories: A Memoir (Simon & Schuster, May 5, 2026)

[menchupicarzo]

"Cuanto más leo, más cambio. Cuanto más variada es mi lectura, más capaz soy de percibir el mundo desde miles de perspectivas distintas. En mí habitan las voces de otros".

[notthatitreallymatters]

Despite the shocks behind us, Paul didn't live as a man who expected lightning to strike again at any moment. He lived as a man who knew a lightning strike was possible at any moment.

Ghost Stories - Siri Hustvedt