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“The scent after the harvest, on the Sienese hills, is an ancient sigh: it smells of warm earth, of broken wheat and of time that passes slowly, like gold at sunset in Tuscany.”
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A rose is pure, without sin, not because it is free of imperfections, but because it blooms without malice, offering beauty and fragility without expecting anything in return…💛🌹💛
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"The sea is the reflection of man's soul: restless and profound, always looking for new horizons, but also capable of a calm that escapes control."
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Come una rosa rossa in un giardino di cuori, l’ amore fiorisce, ardente e immortale, sfidando il tempo e le stagioni…
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Happy weekend of sunny beautiful and pleasant things…🍀🌸🍀…Thanks always…
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My pizza…I love cooking…Italian flavours!
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Like the dahlia, which blooms even in the shadows, find your inner light and shine in every circumstance…
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Soft reflections..
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A flower is like a silk caress, whose sweetness and delicacy envelop the heart with a touch of silent poetry…🌸🌸🌸 I wish you a happy joyful weekend…☀️🌈
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Hymn to life…🙏🌈
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Home flowers🌸
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The ears dance in the wind, whispering ancient stories, of wise hands and seasons, of effort and harvest…
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In the hills of the golden Maremma, where the wheat sways in a golden embrace, the sunset extends, fading with enchantment every little shadow, every dream in love…
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In the sleepy garden, where time is lost, the quiet is broken with a soft whisper, the wisteria, dancing with velvet petals, announces spring with a sharp sigh…💜
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The common geranium has a modest beauty, but in it there is the dignity of simplicity, which is often lacking in the most sumptuous things!
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Sul suolo umido, cresce con ardore, blu intenso come il cielo, un colore, Nel giardino dei sogni, un tesoro nascosto, danza con grazia, nel verde imboscato…
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In this magical place, where harmony reigns, where time stops and thoughts calm down, we find our refuge, our poetry, in the sweet quiet of this sacred place...🙏☺️
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A flower a poem…
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Evening of February 25th… Fantastic scenery
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A sunrise to be admired in silence…
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My first Crocus 2024!🙏☺️ Spring tests!🌷
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Among the dancing green grass, A radiant and brilliant flower emerges, The dandelion, modest and flourishing, He smiles at the sun, free and happy!
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In this show of light and color, the threads of a timeless love are intertwined…
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Portofino…Italy
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Like rose petals that collect sweet secrets, the drops of dew guard the dawn in the silences of the morning!
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When the sun disappears behind the horizon, the sunset whispers sweet words to the heart, painting the sky with brushstrokes of love…
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The colors of life are the palette of emotions, painting our journey through the nuances of the heart with strength and harmony!🌷
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Tuscan Hills! Orciano Pisano!
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Sunset in sweet company!
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The sky embraces the earth, dances in a perfect union, endless poetry!
