Tristan Nuvola
@tristannuvola.com
Sine capite et corde, non est vivere.
Go like the breeze, climb like the mountain intends to kill you.
embellished with mirth and armored in awesomeness
Go like the breeze, climb like the mountain intends to kill you.
embellished with mirth and armored in awesomeness
Pinned
red bench
alone,
resting in red,
shaded in parting—
yet meant for a view
to hold two,
as though arms:
scenery in cradling,
pulling hearts a bit closer.
yet in a moment,
caught, forgotten,
in passing—
here you sit,
a photograph
in your memory.
#photography #travel #poetry #scenery #porto
alone,
resting in red,
shaded in parting—
yet meant for a view
to hold two,
as though arms:
scenery in cradling,
pulling hearts a bit closer.
yet in a moment,
caught, forgotten,
in passing—
here you sit,
a photograph
in your memory.
#photography #travel #poetry #scenery #porto
clouded in sunset
cast in pastel
far from the heat
a shore seats itself
at ocean’s grace
rocks keep their place
calling for sand
for tide
for froth
cut from the cloth
of a pale light
a howl in the night
scene over scenery
a fleeting tide
rises for a moment—
so alive.
#poetry #photography #sunset
cast in pastel
far from the heat
a shore seats itself
at ocean’s grace
rocks keep their place
calling for sand
for tide
for froth
cut from the cloth
of a pale light
a howl in the night
scene over scenery
a fleeting tide
rises for a moment—
so alive.
#poetry #photography #sunset
November 27, 2025 at 9:54 PM
clouded in sunset
cast in pastel
far from the heat
a shore seats itself
at ocean’s grace
rocks keep their place
calling for sand
for tide
for froth
cut from the cloth
of a pale light
a howl in the night
scene over scenery
a fleeting tide
rises for a moment—
so alive.
#poetry #photography #sunset
cast in pastel
far from the heat
a shore seats itself
at ocean’s grace
rocks keep their place
calling for sand
for tide
for froth
cut from the cloth
of a pale light
a howl in the night
scene over scenery
a fleeting tide
rises for a moment—
so alive.
#poetry #photography #sunset
in between the pause
where the quiver becomes a tremble
the tremble becomes a nod
a positive meets negative
collapse in space
mass attracts upon attacks
a grasp beyond measure
precision set aside
as all things collide
a gathering, a smattering
sublimation aligns
a casting of action
sublime
#poetry
where the quiver becomes a tremble
the tremble becomes a nod
a positive meets negative
collapse in space
mass attracts upon attacks
a grasp beyond measure
precision set aside
as all things collide
a gathering, a smattering
sublimation aligns
a casting of action
sublime
#poetry
November 27, 2025 at 7:15 PM
in between the pause
where the quiver becomes a tremble
the tremble becomes a nod
a positive meets negative
collapse in space
mass attracts upon attacks
a grasp beyond measure
precision set aside
as all things collide
a gathering, a smattering
sublimation aligns
a casting of action
sublime
#poetry
where the quiver becomes a tremble
the tremble becomes a nod
a positive meets negative
collapse in space
mass attracts upon attacks
a grasp beyond measure
precision set aside
as all things collide
a gathering, a smattering
sublimation aligns
a casting of action
sublime
#poetry
red bench
alone,
resting in red,
shaded in parting—
yet meant for a view
to hold two,
as though arms:
scenery in cradling,
pulling hearts a bit closer.
yet in a moment,
caught, forgotten,
in passing—
here you sit,
a photograph
in your memory.
#photography #travel #poetry #scenery #porto
alone,
resting in red,
shaded in parting—
yet meant for a view
to hold two,
as though arms:
scenery in cradling,
pulling hearts a bit closer.
yet in a moment,
caught, forgotten,
in passing—
here you sit,
a photograph
in your memory.
#photography #travel #poetry #scenery #porto
November 27, 2025 at 1:03 PM
red bench
alone,
resting in red,
shaded in parting—
yet meant for a view
to hold two,
as though arms:
scenery in cradling,
pulling hearts a bit closer.
yet in a moment,
caught, forgotten,
in passing—
here you sit,
a photograph
in your memory.
#photography #travel #poetry #scenery #porto
alone,
resting in red,
shaded in parting—
yet meant for a view
to hold two,
as though arms:
scenery in cradling,
pulling hearts a bit closer.
yet in a moment,
caught, forgotten,
in passing—
here you sit,
a photograph
in your memory.
#photography #travel #poetry #scenery #porto
Reposted by Tristan Nuvola
November 27, 2025 at 12:43 PM
November 27, 2025 at 10:09 AM
life lesson: before moving between continents, make sure you have a plan for migrating your two factor to solutions that will work internationally.
thank you google voice for allowing me to port my numbers to you.
thank you google voice for allowing me to port my numbers to you.
November 27, 2025 at 9:15 AM
life lesson: before moving between continents, make sure you have a plan for migrating your two factor to solutions that will work internationally.
thank you google voice for allowing me to port my numbers to you.
thank you google voice for allowing me to port my numbers to you.
she beckoned in cedar,
the forest beneath her—
rooted like ocean,
seas like shore.
a crash of a felling—
tide or cords—
the splitting shatters,
but the fragrance
adorns.
#poetry #micropoem
the forest beneath her—
rooted like ocean,
seas like shore.
a crash of a felling—
tide or cords—
the splitting shatters,
but the fragrance
adorns.
#poetry #micropoem
November 27, 2025 at 9:05 AM
she beckoned in cedar,
the forest beneath her—
rooted like ocean,
seas like shore.
a crash of a felling—
tide or cords—
the splitting shatters,
but the fragrance
adorns.
#poetry #micropoem
the forest beneath her—
rooted like ocean,
seas like shore.
a crash of a felling—
tide or cords—
the splitting shatters,
but the fragrance
adorns.
#poetry #micropoem
a plating resting on nile;
grill marks char gums
above a smile.
lip's #reflection—
smack and slap,
clash—rhythmic inflections,
cataclysmic crash.
ow—eyelet opens, closes,
darkened in curtains;
shut, evermore,
everlast.
#vss365 #poetry
grill marks char gums
above a smile.
lip's #reflection—
smack and slap,
clash—rhythmic inflections,
cataclysmic crash.
ow—eyelet opens, closes,
darkened in curtains;
shut, evermore,
everlast.
#vss365 #poetry
November 26, 2025 at 1:32 PM
a plating resting on nile;
grill marks char gums
above a smile.
lip's #reflection—
smack and slap,
clash—rhythmic inflections,
cataclysmic crash.
ow—eyelet opens, closes,
darkened in curtains;
shut, evermore,
everlast.
#vss365 #poetry
grill marks char gums
above a smile.
lip's #reflection—
smack and slap,
clash—rhythmic inflections,
cataclysmic crash.
ow—eyelet opens, closes,
darkened in curtains;
shut, evermore,
everlast.
#vss365 #poetry
Reposted by Tristan Nuvola
Strangeness is afoot. Weird shit is doing wonky stuff all willy nilly like
November 25, 2025 at 2:41 PM
Strangeness is afoot. Weird shit is doing wonky stuff all willy nilly like
Reposted by Tristan Nuvola
describing sushi as interesting makes me wonder how concerned i should be
November 25, 2025 at 5:08 PM
describing sushi as interesting makes me wonder how concerned i should be
come to me like the storm—
reign over me,
rain into me.
a gripping desire holds long;
a wonderful sensation holds on.
hold on,
and come along.
it seems, together,
lightning and thunder
were meant
for each other.
#poetry
reign over me,
rain into me.
a gripping desire holds long;
a wonderful sensation holds on.
hold on,
and come along.
it seems, together,
lightning and thunder
were meant
for each other.
#poetry
DROELOE & Banji - Landscape [Official Visualiser]
YouTube video by DROELOE
music.youtube.com
November 25, 2025 at 4:36 PM
come to me like the storm—
reign over me,
rain into me.
a gripping desire holds long;
a wonderful sensation holds on.
hold on,
and come along.
it seems, together,
lightning and thunder
were meant
for each other.
#poetry
reign over me,
rain into me.
a gripping desire holds long;
a wonderful sensation holds on.
hold on,
and come along.
it seems, together,
lightning and thunder
were meant
for each other.
#poetry
November 25, 2025 at 4:31 PM
it felt as though, in the care of fragrance,
a bloom held upon wisps—whispered secrets,
the ones we hide between sheets.
and if you linger a little closer,
you too may be able
to taste
my dreams.
#poetry
a bloom held upon wisps—whispered secrets,
the ones we hide between sheets.
and if you linger a little closer,
you too may be able
to taste
my dreams.
#poetry
November 25, 2025 at 2:58 PM
it felt as though, in the care of fragrance,
a bloom held upon wisps—whispered secrets,
the ones we hide between sheets.
and if you linger a little closer,
you too may be able
to taste
my dreams.
#poetry
a bloom held upon wisps—whispered secrets,
the ones we hide between sheets.
and if you linger a little closer,
you too may be able
to taste
my dreams.
#poetry
suspicion of peace
too content when there's no reason i should be
i question: what am i hiding from myself?
#micropoem #poetry
too content when there's no reason i should be
i question: what am i hiding from myself?
#micropoem #poetry
November 25, 2025 at 2:45 PM
suspicion of peace
too content when there's no reason i should be
i question: what am i hiding from myself?
#micropoem #poetry
too content when there's no reason i should be
i question: what am i hiding from myself?
#micropoem #poetry
Reposted by Tristan Nuvola
November 25, 2025 at 12:38 PM
unseen like the breeze one goes
but when the cold front arrives
expect immense pressure
#philosophy #poetry
but when the cold front arrives
expect immense pressure
#philosophy #poetry
November 25, 2025 at 2:38 PM
unseen like the breeze one goes
but when the cold front arrives
expect immense pressure
#philosophy #poetry
but when the cold front arrives
expect immense pressure
#philosophy #poetry
the hardest thing as a parent is to resist the urge of making your child feel they need to be great to earn your love.
wanting the best and expecting it share a razor's edge.
#parenting
wanting the best and expecting it share a razor's edge.
#parenting
November 25, 2025 at 1:49 PM
the hardest thing as a parent is to resist the urge of making your child feel they need to be great to earn your love.
wanting the best and expecting it share a razor's edge.
#parenting
wanting the best and expecting it share a razor's edge.
#parenting
do not apply pressure to the cut finger while climbing should not be a warning i need... and yet...
November 25, 2025 at 11:45 AM
do not apply pressure to the cut finger while climbing should not be a warning i need... and yet...
Reposted by Tristan Nuvola
November 24, 2025 at 3:35 PM
weekend things:
forgot passport for visa appt
broke phone
cut finger severely at airport security
missed connecting flight
arrived to work late with jet lag
i did however eat cake
forgot passport for visa appt
broke phone
cut finger severely at airport security
missed connecting flight
arrived to work late with jet lag
i did however eat cake
November 24, 2025 at 8:35 PM
weekend things:
forgot passport for visa appt
broke phone
cut finger severely at airport security
missed connecting flight
arrived to work late with jet lag
i did however eat cake
forgot passport for visa appt
broke phone
cut finger severely at airport security
missed connecting flight
arrived to work late with jet lag
i did however eat cake
she writes inside
without pen
nor paper,
with nothing to hide.
is it words,
or just life?
he feels her palm—
gentle upon;
and as it rests,
so do two hearts,
as though one,
wishing the same:
to never be apart.
#poetry #vss
without pen
nor paper,
with nothing to hide.
is it words,
or just life?
he feels her palm—
gentle upon;
and as it rests,
so do two hearts,
as though one,
wishing the same:
to never be apart.
#poetry #vss
Main Theme (From "Konatsu and Hiyori")
YouTube video by Akira Kosemura - Topic
music.youtube.com
November 24, 2025 at 8:25 PM