Missing me one place, search another;
I stop somewhere, waiting for you.
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A collection of poems on becoming, belonging, and the beauty of vulnerability.
Written in Italian, it carries the restless honesty of my generation, through the rhythm of my language. #poems
A collection of poems on becoming, belonging, and the beauty of vulnerability.
Written in Italian, it carries the restless honesty of my generation, through the rhythm of my language. #poems
Closed in a sepulchre, deep in oblivion,
And that by written works, evil brought back to life
Will taint the moral will of our posterity.
But vice is mothered not by Knowledge, not at all,
And Virtue’s surely not the child of Ignorance.
Closed in a sepulchre, deep in oblivion,
And that by written works, evil brought back to life
Will taint the moral will of our posterity.
But vice is mothered not by Knowledge, not at all,
And Virtue’s surely not the child of Ignorance.
my name’s Alessio, i’m 22 years old and i’m from Rome, Italy.
you can talk to me in italian, french, spanish, portuguese or english.
i am passionate about literature, politics, languages and culture in general.
i like talking to people so feel free to ask more! 💫
my name’s Alessio, i’m 22 years old and i’m from Rome, Italy.
you can talk to me in italian, french, spanish, portuguese or english.
i am passionate about literature, politics, languages and culture in general.
i like talking to people so feel free to ask more! 💫