[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, June 20, 2021
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Shot I
At last, the long wait is finished. I'm waiting for the fifteen minutes of observation time to pass before taking my bike and riding back home. I know: taking photographs is forbidden but this is a unique moment in a man's life. We're all looking in one direction, full of hopes.
I'm not much optimistic. The pandemic was an opportunity to learn something from our deeds, but I hardly think the mass has learned the lesson.
Sunday, June 6, 2021
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