It's the second Easter Sunday spent far from our town of origin, families and friends. And again, another tentative to make it look like a typical holiday of the past. But reality is different: it's getting more complicate every day, entangled and confused.
[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
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Showing posts with label Homemade. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 7, 2021
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Friday, March 19, 2021
March 19
This time I can really call it a Father's Day. Antonella made a masterpiece Maritozzo. It's more a matter of eating with the eyes, rather than else. And it's way too more I could expect, at the end of yet another working day.
Sunday, January 24, 2021
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