Living like a drawing compass. One leg of the compass is static. It is fixed and rooted in a certain spot. Meanwhile, the other leg draws a huge wide circle around the first one, constantly moving. Just like that, one part of me wants to belong somewhere. Yet at the same time the other part travels the whole wide world, feeling connected to several cities, cultures, foods, wines and peoples. That's why I always carry compass close to my heart.
15 Eylül 2014 Pazartesi
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Daha öncede söylemiş miydim, en çok bulutlarını diye, daha öncede gülmüş müydün bulutlar sevilir mi diye..
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