[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
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Friday, February 3, 2017
The Fisherman
This is going to be a very long winter. The fisherman in me is looking back in time not to forget his roots.
Tieni duro Tiberio che poi tutte le Steierische Forellen saranno vogliose di abboccare al tuo amo
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