RIFLESSIONI
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Last published Wed, Sep 11, 2019
Non so, in tutta onestà, cosa arriverà ad essere oppure in cosa andrà ad evolversi questa storia, fin dal principio pensata come una condivisione di idee in merito ad argomenti i più vasti possibile. L'intenzione è quella di far emergere il lettore completamente nelle mie parole, sperando di accendere in colui al di là dello schermo la voglia, o addirittura il bisogno, di esprimersi, lasciarsi andare riguardo a il "topic" proposto. Naturalmente tutti i temi da me presentati sono stati oggetto di una mia riflessione profonda e intima a seguito di un'esperienza di vita oppure di una giornata in solitudine spesa a meditare. Spero che questa mia idea vi piaccia e vi sproni ad esternare i vostri sentimenti.
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