About Elena ♉️🚺
"Di quello che ami" disse lei, “più l’acciaio.“
18,662 km
1432:12 h
Recent Activity
- Elena ♉️🚺4 days ago
I'm writing this, since the hours are ticking away.
I dreamed of you, you were little, like in that photo at summer camp: the knickerbockers of some older brother, the gargantuan blouse poorly tucked in, and the giant chimney sweep's boots; you, sly rascal, crafty prankster, dark and crafty little skeleton
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- Elena ♉️🚺December 16, 2025
Saturday the 13th.
In the space of one afternoon I:
- bought a candy pinwheel and a primer blur ("put them in the same package, please").
- Attended a concert for seniors with funky backing tracks and Christmas tunes.
- Chased the thief of my phone in heels and overcoats for five kilometers, loudly cursing
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- Elena ♉️🚺December 8, 2025
Since the name carries within it the omen it declares, today I feel fused in thoughts, deeds, and actions.
It is up to Korn to distance me from the coming Fusion.
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- Elena ♉️🚺December 7, 2025
You may have thought I was a flawed, worthless little soldier.
The truth is, life is like a climb, the same every day: steep and bumpy, with a package to open at the top... The contents are often unpleasant, unpleasant, bothersome, sometimes acceptable, rarely pleasant.
So, why undertake that climb day
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- Elena ♉️🚺December 5, 2025
There always comes a point along this journey where the strong temptation to return home arises.
Usually, this doubt arises when facing the gate with the statue of the tiny dove atop the megalithic egg.
I think that, after all, the road home at that point is shorter than the one that awaits me.
That's true
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- Elena ♉️🚺November 28, 2025
Byzantium shines further south and has its eyes closed on me.
The gold of the mosaics seems like a dream gone by, so I might as well push on toward what I know best.
Today I crave simple comfort and a concrete sense of the known and the well-known: the lure of the silent river, the keeping of a secret
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- Elena ♉️🚺November 23, 2025
There are many desertions: the cold never tempts, and we're getting old.
The seven little Indians proceed silently and compactly, trusting in good luck on the road and the sun on their shoulders.
The air coming from the snow-covered and sleepy Cesen smells of a freshly defrosted refrigerator... Just don
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- Elena ♉️🚺November 15, 2025
Today I have to digest lunch, colleagues, the sudden shift changes, and the worsening weather.
Once again, I can see that cycling is better than Antonetto's digestive, the surveyor, the psychologist, and Colonel Bernacca.
Well done, old 101❤️
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Elena ♉️🚺 went cycling.
December 7, 2025
Come sopravvivere alla vita e ad una giornata fredda (aggrovigliato, arruffato, intricato)
02:35
72.8km
28.1km/h
270m
260m
Elena ♉️🚺 went mountain biking.
November 28, 2025
La luce gentile da nord-est
02:27
49.3km
20.1km/h
80m
80m
Elena ♉️🚺 went gravel riding.
November 23, 2025
Lungo la via per Asolo
02:55
81.4km
27.8km/h
250m
240m
Elena ♉️🚺 went gravel riding.
November 15, 2025
Giro post prandiale
02:45
75.5km
27.5km/h
310m
300m
"There's a certain slant of light,
winter afternoons –
that oppresses, like the gravity
of cathedral harmonies –
a celestial wound, it gives us –
we find no scar,
but an internal difference,
where the meanings lie –
no one can teach it – to others –
it's the mark of Despair –
an imperial affliction
sent to us from
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