[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.
Saturday, December 30, 2017
Sunset in Tivoli
The end of the year. I'm waiting for the time to begin a 3000 km long trip, cheating my anxiousness walking around the old citadel of Tivoli.