[...]
The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours. Think at last
We have not reached conclusion, when I
Stiffen in a rented house. Think at last
I have not made this show purposelessly
And it is not by any concitation
Of the backward devils
I would meet you upon this honestly.
[...]
T.S. Eliot. Poems 1920: Gerontion.
T.S. Eliot. Poems 1920: Gerontion.
I don't know how I came here. But you have a nice site.
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήand i don´t know how to go away from here ;)
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήhugs!
I must go now...but will return tomorrow. Just to feel at home again.
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήI would like to share some project with you. Have no idea about what, literature, photos or arquitecture. If you want, write me an email and we could imagine something.