At the Lavezzi Islands, on a catamaran, I dissolve one grain at a time watching a story of her with someone else in Paris. Sandcastles: that's what we are.
Sandcastles
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The horror… the horror of Bane
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Click to rate this post! [Total: 0 Average: 0] DC Bane, Bane, The Dark Knight Rises, movies HD wallpaper June 10, 2012.On this day, 399,955 babies were born.150,453 lives left this planet.97,540 couples got married.But this day will be remembered for another reason: on June 10, 2012, an anonymous commenter named Bane brought to light one of the most lucid and terrifying analyses of the reality of...
Letter to XMas Baby… my son! (Surprise!)
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Il Magnifico writes a letter to the son who will be born in 6 months to XMas Lady. Between diapers, threesomes, and an overly enthusiastic grandmother, the most tender and surprising letter on the blog.
Meteors
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The women in my life are meteors: they enter, they shine, they disappear. A poem by the Magnifico, a confession, and writing as an antidote to death.
Xmas Lady, the possible love
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Click to rate this post! [Total: 0 Average: 0] December 25th, right in the middle of Christmas. It’s snowing outside. I peek out the window: I see a fire truck speeding down the snowy street. “Santas” of various races are pedaling tourists around in rickshaws with colored neons. On the sidewalk, a homeless Black man kicks the snow, laughing, shouting, and cursing at something I...
on love, travel reflections
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Click to rate this post! [Total: 0 Average: 0] @Valdemar von Kazak I lift the window shade: a white sea of clouds blinds me. Gradually, my eyes adjust and I can make out the beginning and end of each cloud, as if they were individual waves. My gaze drifts toward the horizon: ahead of me, New York awaits. I had booked this trip for the previous Christmas, excited to share the holiday atmosphere of...
The French Goddess, five years later.
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Click to rate this post! [Total: 0 Average: 0] A black Porsche streaks at 220 km/h along the Milan-Turin highway. Other cars quickly pull over, without even waiting for a flash of the high beams. They aren’t afraid of the high-speed beast, but of its driver: a guy with a plastered-on grin, singing at the top of his lungs and dancing with the same conviction as Gigi D’Agostino behind the...
Where Love Ends, OnlyFans Begins… Or Vice Versa?
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Click to rate this post! [Total: 0 Average: 0] As you know, the story with HoneyEyes is over. But maybe you don’t know how.At the end of last year, HoneyEyes decided to quit her job and start a new career. She wanted to study, reinvent herself, and change direction. She was very unsure about what to do, so I suggested a Digital Marketing course, thinking she could become a great saleswoman...
Goodbye, Honey Eyes
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Click to rate this post! [Total: 0 Average: 0] @ Walsemarkazak Imagine placing every atomic bomb in the world at the bottom of the deepest pit. Imagine detonating them all at once. The depth of that resulting crater is nothing compared to the void I still feel today, a month and 10 days after the end of our relationship. 40 days, like Christ’s days in the desert, during which I’ve...
Skydiving? Wingsuit Flying? Nah, My Extreme Sport is the Spa… With Honey Eyes!
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Click to rate this post! [Total: 0 Average: 0] I can’t stand being at home anymore. The isolation caused by Covid has lasted over a month, and for Easter, I want to live. Unfortunately, we’re in a Red zone, very red: if you stick your nose out the door… they’ll shoot you. Luckily, the doctor recently prescribed me “thermal balneotherapy,” so I have a good...
The War of the Roses
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Click to rate this post! [Total: 0 Average: 0] First day of preventive COVID isolation.“Good morning, am I speaking with Mr. Magnifico? Yes, I’m the florist so-and-so, I have a bouquet of flowers for you.”“Are you sure it’s for me?”“Yes, yes, that’s what it says on the order.” I open the card: “A small and sweet thought to be with you...
Loving is Letting Go: of Yourself, the other Person, your Own Limits.
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Click to rate this post! [Total: 0 Average: 0] 11:35 PM, Milan.It’s been 8 hours and 50 minutes since I texted the American girl again, the girl I was crazy about.Two months and 27 days since her last message.Two months and 24 days since my last attempt to talk to her. Little? A lot? Time is fleeting or eternal, dense or sparse, depending on how intensely you live it.For me, these two...
