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what does it look like?

the world through your eyes?

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My favourite London

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One of my favourite spots in London, the ruins of St Dunstan in the East, used to be a church, built in the 12th. century and  was bombed during the Second World War. The atmospheric ruins and gardens of St Dunstan are so full of peace and silence, I can’t help visiting this place whenever I am in London. Although being just at the heart of the busy City of London, in between the London Bridge and the Tower of London, the tranquility and the quietness of this place fascinates me. The moss on the walls, freely growing ivies, old tombstones, lacy windows, the decayed, the worn-out…

Hidden between the office blocks, St Dunstan is the perfect secret garden that won’t reveal itself unless you look for it. And this is the reason of my love for it.

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The remains of the minaret of the historic Pocitelj Mosque

Pocitelj, Bosnia and Herzegovina

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Orange

 Not quite close to yellow, definitely not red; warm enough but serene at the same time. Orange is hope, in a strange way reminding me of Van Gogh. But of course his orange was also a lot of other things.

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Photographs are from Verona. This city has the perfect tones of orange all around.

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“Let everything that’s been planned come true. Let them believe. And let them have a laugh at their passions. Because what they call passion actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between their souls and the outside world. And most important, let them believe in themselves. Let them be helpless like children, because weakness is a great thing, and strength is nothing.”

A. Tarkovsky

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I know it’s not the perfect quality, but I just love remembering that moment, and what it tells me.

 She was wandering alone in a mosque in Sarajevo.

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Sessiz

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Sessiz oturabilir miyiz seninle
Aramızda yaprakların hışırtısından
Ve ceylanların hayata çıkışından
Başka bir ses olmadan

K. Sayar

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A room of…

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“To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is…at last, to love it for what it is, and then to put it away.”
Virginia Woolf
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Yes there was one man who’s voice was so captivating, that the birds and mountains did come near to listen…

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