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The pier is a special place, I believe.<\/p>

Poles and a base, that's it. Nothing else separates us from the water. But it\u2019s not just that, because the pier is a place of arrival and departure, it\u2019s the docking point during a storm, but it\u2019s not too safe, it\u2019s just a place of passage. The pier is not forever, it\u2019s not as stable as a harbor.<\/p>

The pier is not a harbor. The harbor is stagnant, the pier is reciprocal. And who are we to ourselves? A harbor or a pier? And is love a harbor or a pier? Or is it a stagnant pool?<\/p>

My love stories can all be set on a pier, not to make a metaphor, but because it actually all happened around piers. Maybe because I am a stagnant harbor, worse than the one in Genoa. I stink and pollute everything around me, that\u2019s why love uses me as a pier, because staying would be impossible. I am so small that from afar I seem like a pier, I seem like movement, change, I seem alive, but then in reality I am nothing but the stench of death, the death of life, life in decay.<\/p>

Yes, that's it. I find piers fascinating and harbors depressing. My love, you were that pier I wished I could have been, you were captivating, I was just depressing.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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The harbour stagnates, the dock reciprocates. And who are we to ourselves?<\/p>","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"elementor_header_footer","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-752","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-pensieri"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.oppurealtrove.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/752","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.oppurealtrove.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.oppurealtrove.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.oppurealtrove.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.oppurealtrove.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=752"}],"version-history":[{"count":25,"href":"https:\/\/www.oppurealtrove.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/752\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2178,"href":"https:\/\/www.oppurealtrove.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/752\/revisions\/2178"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.oppurealtrove.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=752"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.oppurealtrove.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=752"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.oppurealtrove.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=752"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}