Secret Santa server event
For Dante lover number 1 @quinnonimp

seen from China
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Germany
seen from Germany

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from Türkiye
Secret Santa server event
For Dante lover number 1 @quinnonimp
Nico Paz (Como) e Kenan Yildiz (Juventus)
Dopo la nevicata di dieci giorni fa la neve è ancora abbondante. (Per fortuna 😁)
"E forse non ritorno in me, ma niente panico Guarda come piove forte, questo sabato Perché l’ultima volta è sacra, fa freddo tornare a casa Ma non è così amara, questa notte si impara"
"And maybe I don't come back to myself, but don't panic Look how heavy it rains this Saturday Because the last time is sacred, it's cold going home But it's not that bitter, tonight you learn"
Since it's the 10th of October, I want to share one of my favorite songs from this year. Dieci is a relatively classic ballad, but it's well-produced and really touching in that it uses these neat metaphors to convey a potential finality to a relationship. Annalisa also claims that it's about her relationship with music, which is quite surprising because I saw this entirely in the context of romance.
The Tenth Kiss:
We first kissed under the gate in small little brushes the wind carried With the hazy sun. We were delving, drowning from the bridge into the cocktail of fire and lemon; we relied on each other to buoy our drowning bodies, undoing ten seconds of inhibitions.
Ten minutes turned into hours-- we kissed each other between the cracks in the concrete. We were two dandelions waiting to bloom-- to make a wish for forever to pass by With the speed of a hundred days, But with the longing in a hundred years.
Ten days sees the moonlight fade through the sea; the kiss becomes not a ritual but a duty. I stare near the window with the future on my tongue, but it withers; the seeds scattered outside to the streetlights.
I filled myself with pregnant desires, festering and bleeding through frozen touches and frosty gazes. Ten becomes a hundred, then a thousand hours filter away the words we kept in our gallery, with its photographs sealed with fig lipstick and sweet wine.
And for the last time, we bit into each other’s pain, As if mercury spurt out of our tongues, And all we know of this world is each other’s madness. Then I learn of how cold loneliness makes the sheets; I wake up with violet lips but without frozen blueberries to rejuvenate my limp body, still shivering, shivering because it wants something more.
The tenth has arrived with its dissonant footsteps And revealed everything through its folded cards. You knew the last time by the last call, and I still hold my chances to my chest; if my heart didn't give way further from sobriety.
We only kissed each other ten times, but they never vanished from my face. Tiny pockmarks open and reveal the ten-pointed stars you gave me with your sparkles. A hundred days passed through, but they traveled across a thousand years, and I'd burn and shrivel,
Uncoiling little by little
from time and sound itself,
To get those ten seconds back... --Elda Mengistoe
Perché l’ultima volta è sacra
Fa freddo tornare a casa
Ma non è così amara
Questa notte si impara
[...]
Ma l’ultima volta è sacra
L’ultimo bacio in strada
Tu scrivimi tra un’ora
Serviranno ancora
Dieci ultime volte
- Dieci-Annalisa
fears.
Paura. Che bello quando chiedono ad un bambino di elencare le sue paure... Nella maggior parte dei casi la risposta sarà composta da elementi superficiali e concreti come ragni, buio, ecc...
Se oggi tu, proprio tu che stai leggendo dovessi venire da me e chiedermi: “Qual’è la tua paura più grande?” Solo il pensiero di rispondere mi farebbe paura.
Io ho paura del futuro, del domani. Ho paura di tutte quelle cose che potrebbero succedere all’improvviso nel futuro. Il futuro che non è solo tra cinque, dieci, vent’anni ma il futuro che è anche domani o questa sera. Ho paura che un domani quando sarò una donna con una vita non sarò felice. Ho paura dei rimpianti che potrò avere, ho paura di non essere fiera della donna che sarò diventata. Ho paura di avere troppe aspettative per il mio futuro e di rimanere delusa.
Ora ho io una domanda, come si affrontano questo tipo di paure? Quello che faccio io è pensarci il meno possibile. Cerco di vivere ogni giorno al meglio, ci sto riuscendo? E chi lo sa... So solo che anche se il futuro mi spaventa un giorno arriverà e sarò io sola ad affrontarlo. Cercherò di accoglierlo col sorriso semplicemente essendo me stessa.
iaia <3
Paulo Dybala hitting the woah. My life is complete. Thank you TikTok