[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
Saturday, February 3, 2018
Waiting for news
I'm not waiting mail from Croatia, where I took this picture. I know that sooner or later I'll get (not so good) news from Italy and this doesn't make me sleep well.
1 comment:
già, buone notizie non in vista da quaggiù
bell'immagine bel suggerimento
ciao
marco
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