Animated GIF: Cristina Daniela Gagiu
Poetry: Oana Maroti
Oh, the city, getting away is my daily preoccupation.
Each time I go out from the metro station the fresh air hits me in the face like a pleasure tornado.
My feet are instinctively taking me up, to the hills, where I belong and while I leave the town behind. I start to breath deeply with infinite thirst.
The hunger for fresh air haunts me all day long while working in an office. I missed you non-polluted particles, I’ve missed you so much.
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