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posted by myworld at
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CARS, POEMS AND POSTAGE STAMPS…BY CARS I MEAN TOY CARS…SCALE MODELS…THEY HAVE A SENSE OF TIMELESSNESS, AESTHETICS AND SOMETHING CLASSICAL ABOUT THEM…REPLICA OF A BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF MACHINERY…ITS LIKE STOPPING THE WATCH SOMEWHERE, KEEPING A SNAPSHOT OF TIME OR PRESERVING THE MEMORIES OF A BEAUTIFUL DRIVE THROUGH THE MELANCHOLY HIGHWAYS…IN A MINIATURE FORM…LIKE WE SLIDE PICTURES IN PHOTO ALBUMS… AND THE SAME GOES WITH POSTAGE STAMPS…THEY HAVE TRAVELED SO MUCH…FROM ONE HEART TO ANOTHER…FROM ONE TOUCH TO ANOTHER…FROM ONE WORLD TO ANOTHER…A SILENT SPECTATOR AND A FACE OF A PERSONAL COURIER OF A DYING FORM…WHEN LETTERS WERE WRITTEN ON PAPERS…WHEN YOU COULD FEEL THE TOUCH OF THE WRITER WHILE READING THE LETTER…THEY ARE JUST NOT LITTLE PIECES OF GUMMED PAPER WITH PICTURES AND PERFORATED BORDERS…PICK UP AN OLD LETTER AND WATCH THAT STAMP TALK TO YOU… AND MY POEMS…THERE IS NOT MUCH TO TALK ABOUT THEM…JUST ANOTHER COLLECTIONS OF WORDS, MY THOUGHTS AND MEMORIES…THERE ARE SONGS…THERE ARE LOVE SONGS…SONGS OF WAITING AND SONGS OF DESPAIR…THEY ARE THE MEMOIRS OF A JOURNEY…THEY ARE THE SONGS OF THE ROAD…THE ROAD WHICH I DECIDED TO TAKE… CARS, POEMS AND POSTAGE STAMPS…WELCOME TO MY WORLD…
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