[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.
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
A Good Morning
The weather is not promising a good day here in Saronno but I'm about to fly abroad and ... Yes, who cares. I'm happy as well. It will be a long day. And a good day anyhow.