A fragile travel from Anatolian civilizations to today’s technology…
Heroes of a world made of sharp cliffs on normadic lands, torrid sun, whisper of the wind, and smell of the rain; shepherds… Sages of naive, pure, lucid desires spreading from the center of the soul; shepherds… Loneliness, their companion… Peoples of the moment, unbound by the past, independent of the future; shepherds… Silent witnesses of natural miracles; shepherds… Innocent and humble guards of the mysteries of life; shepherds… Searching for the formula of immortality; accumulating love, subtracting pain, multiplying with bliss; shepherds… Philosophers observing the existent, questioning the unknown; shepherds…
And a message by a shepherd to the shepherds of today…
SHELL ARMCHAIR
Our secret in sand delicacy… As we try to hide, As much willing to show itself…
Externally protectionist Internally guarding the wind Landlord of a stop, a breath; Yesterday’s manner with today’s comment…
