[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, January 27, 2017
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Wednesday, January 11, 2017
To the Ruins of Gösting
On top of the hill just behind our new apartment there stand the ruins of the old Castle of Gösting. When necessary, ten minutes are enough to get out of the madding crowd and find ourselves in the silence of the wood.
(Made from my Mobile)
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
The New Year's Day
The arrival of the new year has been announced with unmistakable signs. A multitude of multi-shaped ice crystals surround every surface. To my bad luck, this time I went out without the proper gears and the mobile is not that much helpful in such extreme conditions. I realize only now that I stretched the B&W filtering over the limit.
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