[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 Mediterraneo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mediterraneo. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Mediterraneo - I
A real pity I can't transmit to you the sound and the pressure of the wind, the roar of the crushing waves few meter away on the cutting lava tongues sliding into the water, the smell of salt in the dried up pools, the noise of thousands cicadas at dawn and the seagulls flying around over your head.
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