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Art of Pestemal
Once upon a time..
…both we want to go into fairytales and we spend lots of days in desire to leave them someday…
Sometimes we miss some moments that we
have never known, we have never lived…
maybe the thing that attracts us is old peaceful images or the fact that we’ve never experience such a life there…
or who knows, maybe the nature whispers us that we came from it or we belong to it…
maybe we’re in a circle in modern metropolitan life with endless wishes, ambitions and rage…
When we are stuck in a small circle with all of these, we think that we’re free…
As we want to, we can cover injustices up to ourselves with the all justification that we have…
but even so, we’re unhappy, maybe that’s why we always want to leave…
We look for the sun and beach that we belong to, sometimes nature whispers us again…
The soil calls us, wind appeals us…
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