[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, December 5, 2017
In Praise of Imperfection
A typical example of the Austrian way of doing things. There's always something, a bit, that misses to reach completion and perfection. This must be one of the reasons why I feel so much at home here.
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Il tuo occhio attentissimo ai particolari!
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