Adele's photos
last Christmas
white walk
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all alone
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snowy rest
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after the rain
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it's cold outside
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Dear friends,
since it's still impossible to upload new photos , I've decided to wish you the healthiest and most peaceful Christmas and a happy New Year on this old picture of mine.
I’ m sure these dark days will soon be enlightened by new hope.
my favourite tree
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Hope
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“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
Emily Dickinson
christening at Covid time
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fermarsi
profondo rosso
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scighera
changing leaves
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“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.”
Virginia Woolf
novembre
late October light
unreal city
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last autumn
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“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”
Fernando Pessoa
a teatro con la mascherina
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