[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
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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.














