In the fog Strange, wandering in the fog! It’s just every bush and every stone, nor the trees can be seen between them, everyone is alone. Full of friends the world appeared to me when my life was still clear; now that the fog lifts I don’t see any more. Wise man is nobody who does not know the dark that light and implacable separates him from everyone. Strange, wandering in the fog! Living is loneliness. No being knows the other everyone is alone. (Hermann Hesse) https://www.facebook.com/francesco.mercadante.104 http://www.francescomercadante.com/ ...
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