Foto di Revolution | Scarica immagini royalty-free e in alta risoluzione https://www.cizucu.com/it/explore/photos/Revolution it 2026-04-22T04:53:06+09:00 60 cizucu RSS Feed Generator © 2026 cizucu Inc. All rights reserved. it https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[Vista laterale della nave National Geographic Resolution | 鉄観音重工]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/kzOnd8u9QK7FBrM2zMO4 鉄観音重工 https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/ucjl0dwaTAd8diaQY8iBCtALv5E2 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/kzOnd8u9QK7FBrM2zMO4 Wed, 06 Dec 2023 12:42:47 GMT 2024-11-26T08:47:48+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/kzOnd8u9QK7FBrM2zMO4.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[National Geographic Resolution ormeggiata nel porto | 鉄観音重工]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/yc4Ou9vVtK3FbarUlXkf 鉄観音重工 https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/ucjl0dwaTAd8diaQY8iBCtALv5E2 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/yc4Ou9vVtK3FbarUlXkf Wed, 06 Dec 2023 12:42:49 GMT 2024-11-26T08:45:15+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/yc4Ou9vVtK3FbarUlXkf.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[A quiet revelation. A small, soft thing leaning toward something vast—no rush, no drama. Just growth pulled by light. | Anamika]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/0COd4XZgjVdwbtiEXNW7 Anamika https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/y3Dz5ve8H8VkHLBmMus8zu1tfhd2 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/0COd4XZgjVdwbtiEXNW7 Mon, 09 Feb 2026 13:21:14 GMT 2026-02-09T13:21:14+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/0COd4XZgjVdwbtiEXNW7.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[March, Unlived I left before the thaw could speak, before the sidewalks loosened their grip on salt and silence. In the country where I am from, March is a quiet revolution— not loud, not certain, but felt in the soft rebellion of light lingering just a breath longer on familiar walls. Here, where I chose to live for now, seasons do not hesitate. The air is already complete, lush, unwavering— no trembling in-between. And yet I find myself missing that fragile hesitation. The way winter would loosen its cold fingers slowly, as if unsure it should let go. The way people would almost smile again, as if remembering something they hadn’t needed in months. I traded that uncertainty for endless warmth, for skies that do not question themselves. But March— March was never about certainty. It was about sitting between worlds, coat half-open, heart unsure, waiting for something unnamed to return. Somewhere, my family gathers around a table set for Easter, voices rising like the first birds, familiar, imperfect, whole. And here, palm leaves move without memory. I chose the sun, but I think of that soft, grey light— how it carried hope not as a promise, but as a possibility. And maybe that is what I miss most: not the cold, not the country— but the feeling of something beginning without knowing if it will last. | analogbysissi]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 analogbysissi https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/bGcW6RBOnzR08kS9qh7M8YjSgeQ2 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 Wed, 25 Mar 2026 15:24:24 GMT 2026-03-25T15:24:24+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5.jpg?auto=compress,format