[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
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
All together now!
Veni, vidi, picti and ... misi.
(I came, I saw, I pictured and ... posted)
How many words could we spend of the modern way of living and sharing our lives?
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