[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
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Too many two's ...
Flight two-two-two-two to Toulouse ready for boarding at gate two ...
1 comment:
bel colpo d'occhio !
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