[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
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
The story teller
Whispers in her ears short stories of the sea floor.
1 comment:
Molto dolce e poetica.
Bellissima!
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