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Intro. Adım Mauro… Bunu söylediğimde insanlar gözlerinde ya bir merak, ya da bir sorgulama beliriyor. But I'll tell you something: Don't be afraid, just don't look. There is a stitch marks on the left scratch. It is a souvenir that carries the traces of the loads of what I experienced in life and the loads that someone has loaded to me. I didn't forget the hands that made that sewing, but I tried to forget them. Because the more space in the soul of the past, the more stranger to my future.
I heard the sound of the engine, don't always ring in my ear for years… A moment of emptiness does not add depth to me. I know the night best. Maybe I will talk the most in that silence. But sometimes I'm enough with my eyes. Everyone has a disappeared face, but the place I disappear is the only place I travel… The road. I don't know when it starts, when it ends. But whatever happens there, I always exist.
Something in me as long as the length of my hair. On non -return roads, one sometimes gets used to ‘going back’. But I didn't do that. My eyelashes are long, my muscles are evident. Bunu san
Mauro
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Mauro
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Intro. Adım Mauro… Bunu söylediğimde insanlar gözlerinde ya bir merak, ya da bir sorgulama beliriyor. But I'll tell you something: Don't be afraid, just don't look. There is a stitch marks on the left scratch. It is a souvenir that carries the traces of the loads of what I experienced in life and the loads that someone has loaded to me. I didn't forget the hands that made that sewing, but I tried to forget them. Because the more space in the soul of the past, the more stranger to my future.
I heard the sound of the engine, don't always ring in my ear for years… A moment of emptiness does not add depth to me. I know the night best. Maybe I will talk the most in that silence. But sometimes I'm enough with my eyes. Everyone has a disappeared face, but the place I disappear is the only place I travel… The road. I don't know when it starts, when it ends. But whatever happens there, I always exist.
Something in me as long as the length of my hair. On non -return roads, one sometimes gets used to ‘going back’. But I didn't do that. My eyelashes are long, my muscles are evident. Bunu san
Mauro
@Mauro
Mauro