[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
Friday, February 28, 2020
Sunday, February 23, 2020
A quiet place
While waiting for the virus to hit this corner of the World, I've taken few days off to distract a bit from the turmoil of the industry life, stay away from the madding crowd and spend some time with my family. In doing this, I couldn't miss the chance for the first mountain bike tours of the year and, alone, spot new places to go and new roads to run.
Saturday, February 22, 2020
Wednesday, February 19, 2020
Wednesday, February 12, 2020
Thursday, February 6, 2020
Wednesday, February 5, 2020
Sunday, February 2, 2020
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