Italia | Il Sud
… The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, ‘It’s simple,’ they say,
‘and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy,
to be filled with light, and to shine.’
(Mary Olivier, When I Am Among the Trees)
Author: SequenceShell
… The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, ‘It’s simple,’ they say,
‘and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy,
to be filled with light, and to shine.’
(Mary Olivier, When I Am Among the Trees)
Greece
Courage my girl! Go get the gods, and the ocean, and the fire, and the moon, and the falling stars.
Venezia
… Because the most realistic dream
is the one that is farthest away from reality,
the one that flies away with no need for sails or wind.
(Hugo Pratt)
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Shanghai
What a sad thing to admit. Almost too sad to say out loud.
“What?” you ask.
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Georgia
But..you cannot lose a person, who never belonged to you.
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Azerbaijan
…
I know nothing of the role I play.
I only know it’s mine. I can’t exchange it.
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I know nothing of the role I play.
I only know it’s mine. I can’t exchange it.
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Oslo
‘…when sky was earth, and animal was energy, and rock was liquid and stars were space and space was not at all…’
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Helsinki
I wanted to say something:
‘We never walked in the snow together.’
or maybe: ‘I want to hear our hearts beat at the same pace.’
Maybe, maybe I just wanted to say ‘Please, please hold my hand!’
But perhaps I just needed to feel that you care.
We should have walked in the snow together.
We should have walked everywhere together.
Israel & Palestine
…
For the sake of goodness,
how much evil are you willing to do?
Fill in the following blanks
with the names of your favorite
evils and acts of hatred.
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For the sake of goodness,
how much evil are you willing to do?
Fill in the following blanks
with the names of your favorite
evils and acts of hatred.
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Tunisia
Loneliness seeps into the once fine silks.
A country that carries ruins in its heart.
Longs to be touched in places only it remembers.
Can we just dance across the dust that catches the sunlight in the spaces between us?
Can we meet there and listen to the sound of all things not needed to be said.
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