🇬🇧 "The one who sees too much, ends up not fitting in anywhere.“

Friedrich Nietzsche

"The sentence has a brutal depth. It talks about that point of no return we reach when we wake up to certain truths about life, about ourselves or about the world.

Nietzsche understood that knowledge can be a blessing, but also a burden: when you see clearly, you can no longer pretend to be blind... and that leads to loneliness. 

That solitude can become a fertile space, full of authenticity, if it is sustained with self-love and connection with those who have also awakened. 

Waking up to certain truths makes you a weirdo, even among your own. Not because you are superior, but because you can no longer fake ignorance. 

If you feel alienated from the world, maybe it's because you've learned to see without filters what others still deny.

Because it's not about seeing what no one has seen, but about thinking what no one has thought about what everyone can see."

Rafa Budo

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🇮🇹 La domenica è il fermaglio d’oro che tiene insieme le pagine della settimana.

(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)


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🇭🇲 Sunday is the golden clasp that holds the pages of the week together.

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Good morning beautiful souls ☀️


🇧🇷 O domingo é o fecho de ouro que mantém unidas as páginas da semana.

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Bom dia, belas almas ☀️


🇫🇷 Le dimanche est le fermoir d'or qui tient ensemble les pages de la semaine.

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Bonjour belles âmes ☀️


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This image reveals the breathtaking grandeur of Paris in 1900, with the magnificent Palace of Electricity and Water Castle. Far from the bleak stories often told about the past, it reflects a time of beauty, innovation, and awe-inspiring architecture, a reminder of the greatness that once was.

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Before mobile phones, Africa gave us one of the most fascinating inventions: “talking drums. ”
This is an ancient way to communicate that still amazes people today.

By changing tones and rhythms, these drums can send messages across long distances, passing stories and news through valleys and forests.
It’s like an old messaging system, where every beat means something and every rhythm tells a part of the story.

Next time you send a message from your smartphone, remember that in some parts of Africa this tradition is still alive. The sound of the drums travels far, connecting communities and keeping this art alive.

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🇬🇧 The Hidden Charge in Red Brick

Red brick wasn’t just common—it was foundational. For centuries, it formed the bones of factories, cathedrals, train stations, and entire city blocks. Even now, beneath modern facades, many buildings still carry their original brickwork, sealed behind plaster or stone cladding. The pattern repeats across continents—uniform size, deep red color, often blackened as if heat-touched.

But beyond structure, red brick carries a property less discussed: conductivity. Fired clay mixed with iron-rich minerals can hold and pass electric charge. It doesn’t spark like metal, but under the right conditions, it stores voltage—acting almost like a capacitor. Modern research has confirmed this. The same material once used for strength and heat resistance also responds to current.

It raises questions—not about what brick is, but why it was chosen, replicated, and embedded in so much of the built world. And whether it was serving more than one purpose all along.

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In the late 1800s, a man named Félix Arnaudin captured a way of life already fading into memory.
The shepherds of the Landes, perched on towering wooden stilts known as échasses. Dressed in thick wool cloaks and wide-brimmed hats, these men weren’t performers or curiosities—they were survivors of the bog. Their stilts lifted them above the wet, uneven ground, allowing them to watch their flocks and travel long distances across the sodden heather.
Through Arnaudin’s lens, these shepherds appear as tall, ghostly silhouettes on the flat horizon—figures shaped by wind, mud, and patience.
But the world changed.
Wetlands were drained. Pine forests were planted. Roads were paved. The stilts were lowered, then lost.
Thanks to him, the stilt-walking shepherds of Gascony are not forgotten.

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Gears in the Forbidden Silence

In the stillness of Qing palaces, there once ticked a foreign heartbeat. The zimingzhong—self-striking clocks crafted by European artisans and gifted or commissioned for the Chinese court—stood not just as mechanical wonders, but as testaments to the subtle diplomacy of time.

Imported mostly through Jesuit intermediaries in the 18th century, these intricate machines carried more than ornate bells and chiming sequences. They spoke of Europe’s hunger to gain favor in a closed empire, where science traveled only when dressed in gold, lacquer, and moving marvels. Crafted in workshops from London to Augsburg, many bore the signatures of master horologists like James Cox, who designed not for the market but for the gaze of emperors.

The Qianlong Emperor saw in them both curiosity and control. These were not merely clocks, but instruments of spectacle—calculated proof that even Western precision bowed before the celestial mandate of the Chinese throne. Behind the gilt and enamel, a quiet equation played out: power measured in ticks and trade sealed in silence.

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🇮🇹 Oggi, se mi cercate, sto provando a trovare un po’ di leggerezza travestito da gabbiano, tra una scogliera a picco e un azzurro che sa di mondi lontani.

(Fabrizio Caramagna)


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🇭🇲 Today, if you're looking for me, I'm trying to find some lightness disguised as a seagull, between a sheer cliff and a blue that smells of distant worlds.

(Fabrizio Caramagna)


Good evening beautiful souls 🎋


🇧🇷 Hoje, se estiver procurando por mim, estou tentando encontrar alguma leveza disfarçada de gaivota, entre um penhasco íngreme e um azul que cheira a mundos distantes.

(Fabrizio Caramagna)


Boa noite, lindas almas 🎋


🇫🇷 Aujourd'hui, si vous me cherchez, j'essaie de trouver un peu de légèreté déguisée en mouette, entre une falaise abrupte et un bleu qui sent les mondes lointains.

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Bonsoir belles âmes 🎋


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