[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 Ferragosto. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ferragosto. Show all posts
Monday, August 14, 2023
Saturday, August 14, 2021
On top
To celebrate the Italian mid-summer fest of Ferragosto, this year, I and my bicycle rides companion have decided to climb the "Mountain of Graz": the Schoeckl. The steps of nearly 400 meters each. A real challenge for one of my age and ... weigh. Well. It went smoothly, without much suffering.
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