By Bruno Talerico
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the secret to staying youngis continually cultivatingthe ability to unlearn old habits© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 258/365.
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awakening day moon lingering behind clouds sun not quite awake © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge 257/365.
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life is an exotic dancethat we can’t understand until we do it©2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 256/365.
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Don’t be afraid to take a weird idea down the rabbit hole. Let it play in the mud for a while. Give it permission to indulge, to spin a cocoon. Explore what happens when it goes off in some bizarre direction, or crosses over into the realm of the improbable. Don’t be afraid to ask,…
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When there is no finish line,life becomes infinite. The sign at the crossroad has two arrowspointing in opposite directions.One arrow aims at “victory,”the other leads toward “fulfillment.” On the road to victory,others, mostly strangers,will wave and cheer,congratulate you if you win,then wave goodbye and leave for home.Having reached the goal, the game is over.Follow the…
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In an apocalyptic landscape, on the fringesof a dying metropolis, there is a bar.The camera over the door is probably dead.Doesn’t matter. Afternoon gives way to evening,wind howling like a coyote, hollow whirling soundsas it sweeps against shuttered windows,like in an old Western movie,necessarily threatening.Inside the bar were a few people,stable in their positions,carefully cultivatingthe…
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Into slothand occasional melancholy,into vicesof romantic realities—earning a living,raising children,loves found—and lost.Where do the years go?Into travel and play,music and drink,talk, laughter and saving the world.Where do the years go?Into watching cloud formationsfloat across planetary skies,but also into sloth and melancholy.I don’t regret a moment of it.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 252/365.Picture is my visa…
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A visitor in the cathedral of forestA tourist walking among treesthat have offered sanctuary to dozensof human generations.I exist only for one fragmentof a moment in the life of the universe,rooted in this worldfor a minuscule bit of history,a lifetime far shorter than that ofthe chanting sycamore,the dancing oak, the swaying willow.A tourist on brief…
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Muffled in misty fog,Gaia’s emerald worldglistens with dewdrops.Odin’s mountain,cloaked in grey.Clouds soft as eiderdown.Neptune assaults.First with hailstones,then drowning the landscape with drenching torrents.Sky suddenly tornby gleaming daggers,bolts of lightning, soon followedby peals of Thor’s thundering laughter.Autumn gods at play.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 250/365.Image from the internet.
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It is not an accidentthat you are reading this.Words come into our liveswhen we’reprepared to understand.Whoever enters our pathis the right person.Every interactionis meant to teach us.Whatever happensis the only thingthat could have happened.Every situation is perfect,even when mind and ego resist.Whenever it happens,it is the right time.When we are readyfor a new experience,it will…
Desert Dweller 