[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
T.S.Eliot
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme ...
I have all the elements, now, to make my favourite song resound with colors and appetizing flavours on my balcony. :-)
