[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
L'isola di Arturo!Una bella reminiscenza letterariaciao - marco
L'isola di Arturo!
ReplyDeleteUna bella reminiscenza letteraria
ciao - marco