Goteborg, The Maritiman En-Plein-Air Museum
[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
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Nobody at the helm.
Italy's been called to vote. Today and tomorrow the fate of our country and, according to many others, next years' Europe will be written. No one was taking heed anymore of the track, the ship was drifting with the tide. It was about time to have someone holding the helm tight and carry us on. There's nothing else but wishing for better times ahead.
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