[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.
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Cappuccino & Cornetto
Before leaving Italy I couldn't make without a good breakfast at the bar on the main square of Saronno. Needless to say, cappuccino and cornetto (or brioche, as the people from Milan obstinately pretend to say) couldn't miss on the table.