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Sfrontata e sensibile,allegra e dolente. Autoironica, irrequieta, introspettiva, atea. Intuitiva, curiosa, volubile. Credo nella lussuria a prima vista, ma non nell'amore a prima vista. Amo la parola anima, ma non la parola gemella. Più cerebrale che emotiva.

Su di me

Situazione sentimentale

single

Lingue conosciute

Inglese, Albanese,

I miei pregi

-

I miei difetti

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Amo & Odio

Tre cose che amo

Roma, Viaggiare, La Buona Cucina, Calvados, Vino
Verdi,Beethoven,Bach,Tenco,Pink Floyd,Led Zepellin
Leggere, Musica Classica, la Danza, le Partenze

Tre cose che odio

Le scenate
La possessività
Ostentare l'ignoranza

I miei interessi

Vacanze Ok!

Prendo l'auto e parto

Vacanze Ko!

Spirituale

Passioni

Arte
Cinema
Viaggi

Musica

Lirica
Rock

Cucina

Piatti italiani

Libri

Saggi
Narrativa

Sport

Pallavolo

Film

Documentario

Libro preferito

Omero, Remarque, Zweig, Tolkien, Márquez, Ibsen, Tolstoy

Meta dei sogni

Australia e Nuova Zelanda, Russia

Film preferito

Umberto D, Citizen Kane, Indagine su un cittadino al di sopra di ogni sospetto, The Ascent, C'era una volta in America

Moment of being

It was a melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them.

Valse Triste

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I’ll tell you the story of the wave and the rock. It’s an old story. Older than we are. Listen. Once upon a time there was a wave who loved a rock in the sea, let us say in the Bay of Capri. The wave foamed and swirled around the rock, she kissed him day and night, she embraced him with her white arms, she sighed and wept and besought him to come to her. She loved him and stormed about him and in that way slowly undermined him, and one day he yielded, completely undermined, and sank into her arms. And suddenly he was no longer a rock to be played with, to be loved, to be dreamed of. He was only a block of stone at the bottom of the sea, drowned in her. The wave felt disappointed and deceived and looked for another rock “What does that mean? He should have remained a rock.” “The wave always says that. But things that move are stronger than immovable things. Water is stronger than rocks.”

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I did not want to think so much about her. I wanted to take her as an unexpected, delightful gift, that had come and would go again — nothing more. I meant not to give room to the thought that it could ever be more. I knew too well that all love has the desire for eternity and that therein lies its eternal torment. Nothing lasts. Nothing.

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