[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, October 24, 2013
Airports
You know ... when you have that strange feeling of being observed.
1 comment:
come un grande fratello incombente che ti alita il fiato sul collo....
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