[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, February 14, 2021
Match Racing
This is not a picture of mine. I rarely post a picture that is not mine. But I could not be in New Zealand to take of like this. The fever for the final stage of the America's Cup is rising. Early wake up are ahead of us.
Friday, February 5, 2021
Wednesday, February 3, 2021
A privilege
In line with my early year's intentions, I am trying to keep my regular Wednesday morning ride, whatever the business load and schedule are. It's a privilege that I am making the use of, as a compensation of the extra hours worked in this moment of the year.
Tuesday, February 2, 2021
Monday, February 1, 2021
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