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There is a missing part of this city, a lost part. No smiles here. No running kids. There are no mothers knitting gloves for children with cold hands.There are no homeless people living on the street but there are cans that have just put out their fire in the side streets. There are no teenagers watching their loved ones through the window every time they leave school. No one reads or writes poetry on the beach. There is no baby excited by the first rain. The sky is black day and night. Every cobblestone whispers a story. Empty shops, tables, chairs, coffee cups... 
Neither the heart can withstand this silent scream, nor the knot in its throat can handle this sadness from left and right shops, from tall buildings the only story you can listen to is loneliness.
What did you experience in the past that loneliness made the sky so dark?
I saw smiles in my window of goodness in my streets. I saw the greetings of those on earth to those in heaven. I saw the love of the flower for the sun and the love of the seagull for the sea. Now Lack and loneliness.
This is the city whose streets are disappearing. In the streets where beauty is imprisoned, that gave birth to loneliness in this era, The city chained to longing.

Linoleum print
Dimension; 37x29cm