#volaré

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[guitarebooster]

Clip à découvrir un Monde parallèle

Vous aimez les jolies chansons à la guitare interprétées en espagnol ? Si oui, je vous invite à venir voyager dans un Monde parallèle en découvrir le premier clip du nouvel album du groupe Radioacoustik ” Mundos Paralelos”. Si vous avez apprécié ce grand moment de chanson et de guitare je vous invite à mettre un pouce bleu sur la vidéo et à partager avec vos amis et sur vos réseaux sociaux. Si…

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Monteverdi Sierra brochure, 1978. If the lines look familiar it's because the Sierra was based on a Plymouth Volaré with bodywork customised by Fissore. The headlights came from a Fiat 125 and the tail lamps from a Renault 12. Production amounted to 15 saloons

[colorofchroma]

fito 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

[dippedanddripped]

Volaré Spring/Summer '23 - Week 001

[sofea-00]

Hola, soy un murciélago 🦇 No chupo tu sangre y no voy a quedarme enredado en tu cabello. Si por casualidad entro a tu casa, por favor no me golpees con bates ni me saques a escobazos; me duele mucho y en tales ocasiones tengo mucho miedo. Fue un accidente y no quería asustarte. Si aterrizo, es posible que no pueda levantarme y necesite tu ayuda. Solo toma una toalla y sácame con cuidado. Volaré de inmediato, te lo prometo. Me alimento de mosquitos y muchos otros insectos. Nuestras casas están siendo desmanteladas para construir otras construcciones y todavía nos quedan algunos lugares adonde ir. Entonces, si estoy volando en tu espacio, apaga las luces y deja la luz exterior encendida con la puerta abierta, saldré en poco tiempo.

[neuroconflictos]

Arrójame al vacío: Aun así desplegaré las alas, volaré y tu odio a mí; no tendrá sentido...

Mabel

[ghostchems]

a/n: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THIS ASK 😭 but good thing i took a screenshot! here are some secondo date night thots!

You are sitting pretty on the couch, snuggled up beneath a blanket as you scroll through your phone. The lights are dimmed in the den and you’ve just had a big bowl of homemade linguine and shrimp, a perfect cocktail for a sleepy evening, though you are trying valiantly to stay awake. An attempt has already been made to help Secondo with cleaning up but he playfully escorted you out of the kitchen and back to the couch, telling you to relax and warm up the blankets for him. You’ve already learned that you should let him have this, the night being an important one for the both of you.

Papa Emeritus the Second could have anything he wanted from anybody he asked every single day. Clergy members flocked to his side to ensure that he had everything he needed and that he was taken care of and happy. No matter how hard he tries to avoid it more often than not a sibling or a ghoul is trailing behind him. He works hard as Papa, spreading the dark gospel and inspiring the masses, so there are times where he does take advantage of the assistance. Meanwhile, you bust your ass every day in the finance department and end up working late nights every so often to ensure expenses are booked and more.

But not on Thursday nights. The siblings know you have to be back at your quarters by 4pm but they don’t know what exactly happens. Papa Secondo belongs to you on Thursday nights. He cooks you dinner, usually a pasta dish, he cleans up after himself and doesn’t allow you to lift a finger. A dessert, something he picks up specially for you from the local bakery, waits to be nibbled on. Light Italian singing flows from the kitchen into the den.

Volaré, oh-oh

Cantaré, oh-oh-oh-oh

Nel blu dipinto di blu

Felice di stare lassù

It’s taken some getting used to on your part. You used to be one of the siblings who assisted Papa which evolved into an insatiable affair. He couldn’t get enough of your body, stealing you away to taste and feel you, and eventually that grew into something more. Something unexpected. The look in his eyes started to change when he saw you and his kisses began to linger. His strong arms would curl around you, keeping you from your usual ritual of slipping out of his bed, and press you right up against him, nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Late night discussions about ministry drama and movies gave way to deeper conversations about aspirations and life so far. You fell hard and fast and he did too.

Thursday nights are to show you just how much he has fallen. Secondo shows you his love by doting on you and taking care of everything date night related with no help from clergy members and certainly no help from you. He coos that you work so hard and he wants to take care of you, to provide for you. Something he isn’t able to do for many others. It’s his love language and it makes you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

So you sit on the couch, warming it up for him just as he asked. The dessert is cannoli and the trashy television show of choice is Below Deck. A nice bottle of wine sits on the coffee table waiting to be opened to fuel the deep talks and silly flirting for the remainder of the evening. Secondo’s singing has only grown stronger and more impassioned as he finishes up cleaning.

It’s his favorite night of the week and it shows.

[kirbykonka]

The first time he ever dreamed for himself was the last time he ever dreamed

“Volaré Vía”

[caostalgia]

Como una mariposa, volaré hasta morir. Es así de simple.

Melira.

[wholebody]

Odio comer, mis ojos entristecen cada que abro mi boca y mastico, los chicles me cansan y mi obsesión por la balanza y sus números me matan en vida.

A veces como y no paro de hacerlo y otras ayuno y me siento ligera como una pluma pero en cualquier momento se que me volaré por la debilidad.

La delgadez tiene un precio pero no hay nada mas perfecto que aquella misma palabra, mis dolores no me importan, no me importa si me duele respirar o si me desmayo.

Aún asi, odio saber que constantemente tengo atracones y que daño por completo aquella dieta que me esforcé en cumplir y no pude...

[esuemmanuel]

ESTA ES MI DECISIÓN.

Volaré y cantaré como el ave libre que surca los cielos para tocar las nubes, y dejaré en el firmamento la rúbrica de mi vuelo, acompañado de Tu sagrado nombre.

No bajaré ya al suelo, tampoco buscaré alimento ni agua en él. Me dedicaré a ascender a los cielos, comeré de las nubes, beberé del viento y consumaré el amor que te tengo con la valentía de vivirte en mis sueños más bellos.

[leregirenga]

Quédate aquí, conmigo, pegado a mi piel,

envuelto en mis brazos.

Nos cubrirá el silencio

y no dejaré de acariciarte.

Dejaré retazos de cielo

en tu tibieza y volaré,

sigilosa, dentro de ti

para amarte...

Fer

[colorofchroma]

during their funky latina interview bleu dijo que iban a sacar una nueva canción el mes que viene 😁 i WON

[l8news]

"Por tí volaré", Parte 2: El pebetero volador de París 2024 volvió a encenderse ayer 28 de agosto, ahora en la ceremonia de apertura de los Juegos Paralímpicos (los cuales terminan el 8 de septiembre). [x]

[morritotriste]

un día me despegare de mi cuerpo y volaré muy lejos de este mundo