[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
Showing posts with label Antibes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Antibes. Show all posts
Saturday, March 10, 2018
Monday, November 27, 2017
A constant presence
Living by the sea is a privilege. Like sitting close to a wise man without uttering a word.
You don't need to ask. It's a compass for senses, a mental point of attraction.
The sea knows all human needs, pains or doubts and gives all answers to the good listener,
disclosing other questions that we were not aware having inside.
You don't need to ask. It's a compass for senses, a mental point of attraction.
The sea knows all human needs, pains or doubts and gives all answers to the good listener,
disclosing other questions that we were not aware having inside.
Sunday, November 26, 2017
Thursday, November 23, 2017
Antibes
I'm enjoying half a day off in Antibes. While wandering through the alleys of the old town, accompanied by some team mates of mine, I'm exploring the opportunities of the new SW technologies and the allure of de-saturation.
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