[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
Tuesday, April 20, 2021
Waiting for better times
The city is slowly coming back to life, as shown by the every day more intense traffic. However, there are still places where the forced state of quietness persists.
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