Pietro Fiorentini
@pietrofiorentini.substack.com
Poet, writer, nature lover
My latest post out exploring strength and softness 🏔️🦋
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#resilience #growth #softness #strength
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May 1, 2025 at 8:47 AM
My latest post out exploring strength and softness 🏔️🦋
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#resilience #growth #softness #strength
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#resilience #growth #softness #strength
April 24, 2025 at 10:12 AM
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March 10, 2025 at 6:13 PM
Courage is just fear plus one step
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July 17, 2024 at 7:32 AM
Courage is just fear plus one step
Read my new article available now
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Read my new article available now
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My new post out now!
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May 11, 2024 at 7:59 AM
My new post out now!
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The pricket in the living room
Holds shards of the past
All that once could have been anything
Now spattered into solid white wax
I prick each piece between my fingers
Looking back at spathic memories
And while I carried the flame
I cry, thankful for the wick, the wax and the air.
Holds shards of the past
All that once could have been anything
Now spattered into solid white wax
I prick each piece between my fingers
Looking back at spathic memories
And while I carried the flame
I cry, thankful for the wick, the wax and the air.
March 23, 2024 at 2:50 PM
The pricket in the living room
Holds shards of the past
All that once could have been anything
Now spattered into solid white wax
I prick each piece between my fingers
Looking back at spathic memories
And while I carried the flame
I cry, thankful for the wick, the wax and the air.
Holds shards of the past
All that once could have been anything
Now spattered into solid white wax
I prick each piece between my fingers
Looking back at spathic memories
And while I carried the flame
I cry, thankful for the wick, the wax and the air.
March 23, 2024 at 12:50 PM
We spend so much time doubting ourselves when we fail to see results. When the reality is that you just have to trust yourself; you’re doing the best you can now. Sure, tomorrow you may cringe looking at yourself few years ago, but that’s just the process that led you to here in the first place.
March 22, 2024 at 12:48 PM
We spend so much time doubting ourselves when we fail to see results. When the reality is that you just have to trust yourself; you’re doing the best you can now. Sure, tomorrow you may cringe looking at yourself few years ago, but that’s just the process that led you to here in the first place.
Patience 🙏😌💫
March 22, 2024 at 8:06 AM
Patience 🙏😌💫
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March 20, 2024 at 11:50 PM
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…A couple laughs with synchronized humor
Scooter-man darts with glorious glee.
While all the birds gossip ecstatically the latest rumor.
Did you see the magnolia tree?
From my poem ‘Brunswick’
Scooter-man darts with glorious glee.
While all the birds gossip ecstatically the latest rumor.
Did you see the magnolia tree?
From my poem ‘Brunswick’
March 14, 2024 at 6:48 AM
…A couple laughs with synchronized humor
Scooter-man darts with glorious glee.
While all the birds gossip ecstatically the latest rumor.
Did you see the magnolia tree?
From my poem ‘Brunswick’
Scooter-man darts with glorious glee.
While all the birds gossip ecstatically the latest rumor.
Did you see the magnolia tree?
From my poem ‘Brunswick’
Never give up. Your journey begins the moment you answer the call to your life’s mission.
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March 12, 2024 at 7:51 AM
Never give up. Your journey begins the moment you answer the call to your life’s mission.
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The wait turns into ash
In dawn’s brazier
- Zingonia Zingone
In dawn’s brazier
- Zingonia Zingone
March 11, 2024 at 3:01 PM
The wait turns into ash
In dawn’s brazier
- Zingonia Zingone
In dawn’s brazier
- Zingonia Zingone
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March 11, 2024 at 1:41 PM
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I saw crows on top of naked trees
Reminded me of dandelions
Telling me to fly with the wind
#shortpoem #poetry
Reminded me of dandelions
Telling me to fly with the wind
#shortpoem #poetry
March 8, 2024 at 2:37 PM
I saw crows on top of naked trees
Reminded me of dandelions
Telling me to fly with the wind
#shortpoem #poetry
Reminded me of dandelions
Telling me to fly with the wind
#shortpoem #poetry
March 8, 2024 at 11:06 AM
Wonder how many deep conversations (with oneself and in company) that bench and those trees must have witnessed.
March 6, 2024 at 5:37 PM
Wonder how many deep conversations (with oneself and in company) that bench and those trees must have witnessed.
If the world was just like you imagine it, how would it look like?
Poetry/prose/flash fiction competition
Prize: €150
Eligibility: 16-27 years old
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Poetry/prose/flash fiction competition
Prize: €150
Eligibility: 16-27 years old
Participate now! docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1F...
March 6, 2024 at 7:39 AM
If the world was just like you imagine it, how would it look like?
Poetry/prose/flash fiction competition
Prize: €150
Eligibility: 16-27 years old
Participate now! docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1F...
Poetry/prose/flash fiction competition
Prize: €150
Eligibility: 16-27 years old
Participate now! docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1F...
If you’re between 16-27 years old I’ve started a monthly poetry, prose, and flash fiction competition. The winner gets €150 and all three finalists will be featured on my website and substack.
More details here —>
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March 5, 2024 at 9:42 PM
If you’re between 16-27 years old I’ve started a monthly poetry, prose, and flash fiction competition. The winner gets €150 and all three finalists will be featured on my website and substack.
More details here —>
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More details here —>
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Sometimes if you listen closely to the wind it speaks of things that stand still.
Sometimes the wind sings of all that patiently holds on while the world spins around.
I’m often moved by the wind. But I’m learning to be more still.
🌬️🍃🌞🌧️
Sometimes the wind sings of all that patiently holds on while the world spins around.
I’m often moved by the wind. But I’m learning to be more still.
🌬️🍃🌞🌧️
March 4, 2024 at 9:47 PM
Sometimes if you listen closely to the wind it speaks of things that stand still.
Sometimes the wind sings of all that patiently holds on while the world spins around.
I’m often moved by the wind. But I’m learning to be more still.
🌬️🍃🌞🌧️
Sometimes the wind sings of all that patiently holds on while the world spins around.
I’m often moved by the wind. But I’m learning to be more still.
🌬️🍃🌞🌧️
Sometimes I want to hug it.
March 4, 2024 at 10:34 AM
Sometimes I want to hug it.
