[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
Friday, December 25, 2015
Merry Christmas
This is not probably the best picture I could post today. I don't have any better at hand, but it's good enough to bring you my Best Wishes for this day and the coming ones.
1 comment:
Tanti auguri Tiberio, a te e a tutta la tua famiglia
A presto
Marco
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