After a long time, I’m still on the island of sadness, my childhood, my youth, my barren man. The only place where I really belong to a place, yet I can feel free, my man, my sadness is the place where freedom is passed from the birds to the people. Now that I’m a little more annoyed and distracted by the big city every day, and now my body is not part of this ugly wolf table, I can understand it better this year. The man is in the middle of the sea, with its rocky hillsides, so calm, in his own way, and that he immediately takes me into the magic. I think of my big and beautiful city that I absolutely refuse to be part of, the confrontation is far away now. How easy it is to be part of something simple.

Risultati immagini per A presence alone

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To belong to a place, to take root there and to live a life without being like a tree, the freedom or freedom of searching for those who love or are just scary for the adventurous people. In a small Aegean town, I asked him how many years they had migrated to an old Yoruk woman; Twenty-two years. When I asked why, “Well, we are tired now, offspring is getting difficult,” he said.

Risultati immagini per A presence alone

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Even if a nomadic community has been tired of changing places for days and days, I think humanity has the motivation to stabilize. It is inevitable to fix a human dream and a sweet dream in a whole. After all, I can live in the metropolis even though I’m not in the beloved man. Because if I do not digest it, I know it is like honey.