Before moving north to Saronno and from there to Graz again, we wanted to give a last glance at the sun plunging into the sea.
[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
Sunday, December 30, 2018
Friday, December 28, 2018
Thursday, December 27, 2018
Wednesday, December 26, 2018
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
Sunday, December 23, 2018
Saturday, December 22, 2018
Wednesday, December 19, 2018
Gloria
What can happen more unexpectedly the only night of the year you step into a freezing cold church to sit on a bench for more than a hour to hear the local Weihnacht choir? Opening the book laying in front of you and coming across a page where exactly the same prayer that's going to be sung in short, as evening program opening. Should I believe it was only a rare coincidence?
Monday, December 17, 2018
Tuesday, December 11, 2018
Sunday, December 9, 2018
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Thursday, December 6, 2018
Monday, December 3, 2018
Sunday, December 2, 2018
A quiet morning
Saturday, December 1, 2018
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