#24122018

[ohmykimtaetae]

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SBS Gayo pre-recording - Merry Christmas (opera version)

[desiderimmortali]

Tra il presente e il futuro.

Anzi, il 24 dicembre del 2018 dall'aereoporto ad un altro, da Palermo a Verona.

Il futuro non è preventivabile, ci andavo abbastanza serenamente, non pensavo a quello che poteva succedere né mi illudevo di un'eventuale "futuro prossimo".

Foto 1 - in aeroporto prima dell'imbarco;

Foto 2-4 - all'interno della cabina dell'aereo. Osservando il cielo plumbeo.

Foto 5-6 - Piccole differenze visive, stupenda nebbia veronese.

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Stupenda nebbia che mi avvolgeva fin dall'arrivo, prima diradata dopo l'atterraggio.

Aria pura, differente. Non aromatica di sale, di mare, che troppo tempo ho annusato. Il mio senso olfattivo già da qualche anno si era purificato dalla nicotina espansa che saturava i miei polmoni.

Ora potevo respirare a pieno regime. Le montagne visibili dall'altra parte dello Stivale, soltanto da quelle pianure distanti, veronesi. Potevo sentire l'odore di alberi, muschio, e poi misto a chissà che cosa.

Volevo prendere un caffè, poi ho soddisfatto la mia voglia di non fumare, retaggio del fumare.

Non mi importa nulla del tabacco, poi volevo soltanto arrivare da te. Non potevo sapere che c'era una vista offuscata, all'arrivo.

Ricordo il girotondo nella nebbia che avvolgeva Marcantonio Bentegodi, panchina fredda, chiuso il chiosco. Volevo andare alla partita la domenica dopo pochi giorni.

Forse uno delle cose da fare è andare a vedere lo stadio, meno importante dei musei delle chiese e dei monumenti. Ma anche se ho la sciarpa bianca e nera, per me va bene indossarla in quello di Verona, anche se è gialla e blu. Colori nobili. Della Scala.

Foto con Nikon D40 © Alessandro Pace.

Testi © Alessandro Pace

[wasistunendlichkeit]

hunger

They tell you, to never hunger for love. But keep from you that love, is the sweetest drug of all.

That you learned, when he had left. And you were left with an addiction nothing is able to replace.

The high of weed only reminded you, how high his touch got you. Every. Damn. Time. And, my love, he got you so much higher than weed ever will.

The low of alcohol faded next to the memory, of how deep you fell for him. And how you hit the ground when he broke everything. Nothing can compare to that.

“They warn you about the drugs in the streets but never about the ones with brown eyes and a heartbeat.”

Some of us try to withdraw.

I am over him. I am over him. I am over him.

But the second you tasted him. You were addicted again.

That’s the thing with addiction.

And love is the most powerful one.

They tell you to never hunger for love.

But God.

I am starving.

[nootherlovegj]

Good night my honey wifey Thank you for this lovey Christmas Eve we spend together🦌🛷🎅🎁🎄🌟🔔🍷 Yes honey someday we’ll have our Christmas season together, And other things we haven’t done yet Life has different since I met you You’re my angel honey 😇 Please have a good sleep honey I wish you have a very nice weather tomorrow See you later honey I love you very very much ❤🌻💍💍🐼💋🌈👩‍❤️‍👩🥨

[annawanderer]

乙女手游的同人小说，写爽了。好好玩。。。释放我的想象力。一写就写了七章，够力！ #恋与制作人 #不一样的人生 #脑洞打开 ＃发挥创意的一天 #圣诞节 #24122018 #25122018 #nomoremondayblues #tuesday https://www.instagram.com/p/Brx0IKinvSgaAnWMKTk_PkB6htXnCcCQaqKMfw0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qhy75wdgo7jp

[wasistunendlichkeit]

hunger

They tell you, to never hunger for love. But keep from you, that love is, the sweetest drug of all.

That you learn, when he left. And you are left with an addiction nothing is able to replace.

The high of weed only reminds you, how high his touch got you. Every. Damn. Time. And, my love, he got you so much higher than weed ever will.

The low of alcohol fades next to the memory, of how deep you fell for him. And how you hit the ground when he broke everything. Nothing can compare to that.

“They warn you about the drugs in the streets but never about the ones with brown eyes and a heartbeat.”

Some of us try to withdraw.

I am over him. I am over him. I am over him.

But the second you taste him. You are addicted again.

That’s the thing with addiction.

And love is the most powerful one.

They tell you to never hunger for love.

But god.

I am starving.

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