Filippo Libenzi

“The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,” Bob Dylan once sang, chasing meaning through questions too vast, too fragile to ever be held still. In Trieste, over these past weeks, those questions have found a different current. They have ridden the Bora: sweeping down from the hills, skimming the port before slipping into the PalaTrieste, and settling somewhere between the hardwood and the red-and-white pulse of a community. On Sunday, at last, an arena, and a city, rose as one, with a club caught in that delicate space between memory and what comes next. Across Trieste, posters reading ‘Tutto questo non può finire’ | ‘All of this cannot end’ spoke louder than any pregame slogan. They carried the weight of pallacanestro as identity. On the court, Cremona claimed the win. But the afternoon belonged to a sea of hearts moving like flags of quiet resistance, and to a sold-out arena that refused silence. The PalaTrieste became something more than a venue: a space suspended in feeling. A city waiting. A future still unwritten. An answer will come. Or perhaps, as Dylan suggested, it is already out there: drifting, restless, somewhere in the wind. 📸 @libo_killquick

Keep looking, Keep shooting. 🏀🇧🇷✨

From the Archive - Visions of Palio di Siena 🏇 #photograpy #reportage #horse #paliodisiena #archive

Some nights Basketball doesn’t simply belong to sport. It leans toward music, toward something written not only to be played, but to be felt. And when two historic teams like @victorialibertaspesaro and @fortitudo103_official meet, they do not merely face one another: they perform together. The city of Rossini and the eternal Basket City. Together, they summon the sweet nostalgia of the 90s. Back then, on national television, it was easy to stumble upon the final acts of the playoffs, and just as unforgettable as the games themselves were the overflowing arenas, the colors in the stands, the choirs of supporters following their cities like faithful orchestras. So much has changed, and yet perhaps the truest thing has not changed at all: the visceral passion orbiting these two teams. Eight thousand souls turning the arena into a living theatre. What unfolded was frenetic, almost Rossiniano in spirit: a classical score racing toward its own impossible crescendo, emotion piling upon emotion until it became surreal, and finally wild. Joy and tragedy. Tears and euphoria. Once again, Pesaro and Bologna did not just challenge each other. They made a Basketball symphony. #basketball #pesaro #fortitudo #sportphotography #basket

Visions of @dolphinsancona 🐬💚

First time shooting track&field. #tracknfield #atleticaitaliana #sportphotography #athletics

Jump in that #longjump #athletics #atleticaitaliana #sportphotograpy

Run n Gun #track #run #trackandfield #athletics #fidal

“Que Deus perdoe essas pessoas ruins” Flamengo vs Botafogo ❤️🖤🇧🇷 #brazil #flamengo #botafogo #basketball #rio

“The only thing more powerful than hate is love” and sports.

“If I were to look for another word for music, I would find only the word Venice,” Friedrich Nietzsche once wrote. And within the city’s enduring musicality, basketball has sounded one of its most profound and defining notes: a presence that has shaped Venetian identity in no small measure. In @umanareyer , that note finds its highest expression. Founded in 1872, the club stands as the clearest embodiment of Venice’s basketball tradition: a true cultural asset, capable of setting the legendary Taliercio alight, especially on those enchanted European nights, such as yesterday’s victory in the @eurocup .

Who God bless no man course na cidade de Deus 🇧🇷💚 #rio #brazil