[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, 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.
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Tieni duro Tiberio che poi tutte le Steierische Forellen saranno vogliose di abboccare al tuo amo
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