[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.
Friday, December 15, 2017
Feste di Piazza
Not far from the city center, opposite to the river banks, the so called MariaHilferPlatz is enlightened as never before. The big wheel turns without people. They are all below, drinking their mulled wine.