Risto
@eexportc.bsky.social
I live in Odesa, Ukraine—where resilience meets beauty. I write poetry to capture the heart of life, even in chaos.
Why are Russians climbing into a truck full of drones? Something is smoking and burning, I'll go closer or even look inside. What could possibly go wrong?
June 1, 2025 at 2:31 PM
Why are Russians climbing into a truck full of drones? Something is smoking and burning, I'll go closer or even look inside. What could possibly go wrong?
Mountains kiss the sea,
Corsica’s soul intertwined—
Nature’s masterpiece.
Corsica’s soul intertwined—
Nature’s masterpiece.
April 24, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Mountains kiss the sea,
Corsica’s soul intertwined—
Nature’s masterpiece.
Corsica’s soul intertwined—
Nature’s masterpiece.
Day 12:
Ocean’s fierce whisper,
Winds howl, rain lashes the deep,
Waves rise, then vanish.
Ocean’s fierce whisper,
Winds howl, rain lashes the deep,
Waves rise, then vanish.
April 4, 2025 at 10:09 AM
Day 12:
Ocean’s fierce whisper,
Winds howl, rain lashes the deep,
Waves rise, then vanish.
Ocean’s fierce whisper,
Winds howl, rain lashes the deep,
Waves rise, then vanish.
Day 4:
Cigar tendrils dance,
Strong and sweet in the evening air,
Wine’s kiss warms the soul.
Cigar tendrils dance,
Strong and sweet in the evening air,
Wine’s kiss warms the soul.
March 30, 2025 at 6:57 PM
Day 4:
Cigar tendrils dance,
Strong and sweet in the evening air,
Wine’s kiss warms the soul.
Cigar tendrils dance,
Strong and sweet in the evening air,
Wine’s kiss warms the soul.
Day 3:
Key in hand I roam -
Ghost room whispers through long halls,
Lost in numbered dreams.
Key in hand I roam -
Ghost room whispers through long halls,
Lost in numbered dreams.
March 30, 2025 at 6:49 PM
Day 3:
Key in hand I roam -
Ghost room whispers through long halls,
Lost in numbered dreams.
Key in hand I roam -
Ghost room whispers through long halls,
Lost in numbered dreams.
Day 2:
Seared scent rises high,
Tender bite, rich velvet taste,
Oak whispers through smoke.
Seared scent rises high,
Tender bite, rich velvet taste,
Oak whispers through smoke.
March 30, 2025 at 6:46 PM
Day 2:
Seared scent rises high,
Tender bite, rich velvet taste,
Oak whispers through smoke.
Seared scent rises high,
Tender bite, rich velvet taste,
Oak whispers through smoke.
Day 1:
River wind whispers,
Ferry cuts the dawn-lit waves,
Dreams flow with the stream.
River wind whispers,
Ferry cuts the dawn-lit waves,
Dreams flow with the stream.
March 30, 2025 at 6:42 PM
Day 1:
River wind whispers,
Ferry cuts the dawn-lit waves,
Dreams flow with the stream.
River wind whispers,
Ferry cuts the dawn-lit waves,
Dreams flow with the stream.
In the heart of war, where shadows lie,
Love endures though many cry.
Pain cuts deep, the scars won’t fade,
Yet healing blooms in hope’s cascade.
Peace is fragile, a fleeting dream,
Born of struggle, a distant gleam.
Through love and loss, we strive once more,
To mend the wounds that war has torn.
Love endures though many cry.
Pain cuts deep, the scars won’t fade,
Yet healing blooms in hope’s cascade.
Peace is fragile, a fleeting dream,
Born of struggle, a distant gleam.
Through love and loss, we strive once more,
To mend the wounds that war has torn.
January 22, 2025 at 3:19 PM
In the heart of war, where shadows lie,
Love endures though many cry.
Pain cuts deep, the scars won’t fade,
Yet healing blooms in hope’s cascade.
Peace is fragile, a fleeting dream,
Born of struggle, a distant gleam.
Through love and loss, we strive once more,
To mend the wounds that war has torn.
Love endures though many cry.
Pain cuts deep, the scars won’t fade,
Yet healing blooms in hope’s cascade.
Peace is fragile, a fleeting dream,
Born of struggle, a distant gleam.
Through love and loss, we strive once more,
To mend the wounds that war has torn.
Don’t think we’re waiting for the end of the war to keep living and growing! This hotel in Arcadia (Odesa) built since March 2024 will be ready to open for the summer tourist season. Yes, the tourists do come despite the war!
January 18, 2025 at 5:59 AM
Don’t think we’re waiting for the end of the war to keep living and growing! This hotel in Arcadia (Odesa) built since March 2024 will be ready to open for the summer tourist season. Yes, the tourists do come despite the war!
Working cats of Odesa!
January 1, 2025 at 6:52 PM
Working cats of Odesa!
Odesa restaurants don’t just serve food; they serve hope. Last night, over good company, food and laughter, I was reminded why this city is home. ❤️
December 28, 2024 at 5:56 AM
Odesa restaurants don’t just serve food; they serve hope. Last night, over good company, food and laughter, I was reminded why this city is home. ❤️
Power outages might mean no lights, but it also means candlelit dinners with my favorite wine. Finding light in the dark, literally. 🍷✨
December 22, 2024 at 1:44 PM
Power outages might mean no lights, but it also means candlelit dinners with my favorite wine. Finding light in the dark, literally. 🍷✨
Even in the midst of war, Odesa’s Christmas tree stands tall and bright—a beacon of resilience and unity. This year, every glowing decoration carries deeper meaning, each symbol commemorating a fallen hero or one still missing in action - in honour of the sacrifices that make our freedom possible.✨🌲
December 22, 2024 at 5:42 AM
Even in the midst of war, Odesa’s Christmas tree stands tall and bright—a beacon of resilience and unity. This year, every glowing decoration carries deeper meaning, each symbol commemorating a fallen hero or one still missing in action - in honour of the sacrifices that make our freedom possible.✨🌲
Here’s my war zone wellness hack: lift heavy, sip slowly, and always find time to laugh—even if it’s at yourself. 🏋️♂️🍷
December 20, 2024 at 4:30 PM
Here’s my war zone wellness hack: lift heavy, sip slowly, and always find time to laugh—even if it’s at yourself. 🏋️♂️🍷
Walked through Odesa today and noticed how the winter sun still casts its glow on familiar streets. Beauty persists, no matter what. 🌅
December 19, 2024 at 2:45 PM
Walked through Odesa today and noticed how the winter sun still casts its glow on familiar streets. Beauty persists, no matter what. 🌅
The air is heavy with silence,
Yet the moon still rises,
Soft, radiant, unwavering,
A promise: even darkness blooms with light.
Yet the moon still rises,
Soft, radiant, unwavering,
A promise: even darkness blooms with light.
December 18, 2024 at 11:30 AM
The air is heavy with silence,
Yet the moon still rises,
Soft, radiant, unwavering,
A promise: even darkness blooms with light.
Yet the moon still rises,
Soft, radiant, unwavering,
A promise: even darkness blooms with light.