[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
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Saturday, September 21, 2013
Lost in admiration
"And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above,
è prorpio originale questa macro di ambientazione più che naturalistica, casalingo - domestica
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