A short story left in my mind. I want to write quickly. I’m curious to see how spring breaks out of these thousands of tons of concrete, says the man in his letter.

Writing Impulse ile ilgili görsel sonucu

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It’s from Argentina. Lover. There are only two things in your life. Fly and write. Year 1930. Nine years later it will explode. The man is alone and writing. Even the two lines from the beloved are as important as the quote from the holy book. Then there are consecutive novels.

To write down the pains of war itself has been written justification. The Little Prince, one of the classics of our age, smiles at the time. A little book where infinite love, indescribable little happiness, the feeling of flying, the ability to look at the earth in a different way, and virtue meet. Spring is resisting. Başaklar, tons of concrete that year also meets the earth.

Writing Impulse ile ilgili görsel sonucu

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We people are in doubt if we are mortals. We’re waiting for the war. But this will never happen. We will continue to be creative with this anxiousness. We have unhappiness in the essence of most beauties. We have realized a better, more livable world with many inventions.

However, the more we produce solutions, the more unhappy we are, the lie! Maybe it’s time to take a look at the books again. Whereas we just read it yesterday.