Primenam, Benet’as – (nebe) mano skrajunas. Keliauninkui daug nedejom, kad gyvenimas bei skraidymas butu lengvas.

A couple of fruits, world map, warm hat, backpack on the shoulders and the world is your oyster! We kissed the pilot goodbye and wished him lots of great travels. Now we’re hoping for some postcards from Benet from magical places… We know that so far he’s stuck in Estonia

Pora vaisiu, pasaulio zemelapis ir silta kepure, kuprine ant peciu ir pasaulis pries akis! Nubuciavom pilota ir palinkejom daug graziu kelioniu. Dabar laukiam atviruku nuo Benet’o is stebuklingu saliu… Zinom kad kol kas jis Estijoje

Sometimes I think about my creations that are left only in pictures for me, what are their destinies, their homes… as if thinking about my children, that I raised and trusted to the big world, to somebody else…

They are like tiny pieces of my dreams, somewhere, at somebody’s, far far away… and it’s somewhat comforting.

Thanks for that.

Kartais pasvajoju prie savo darbelius, man likusiu nuotraukose, kokie ju likimai, kokie ju namai… tarsi apie vaikucius, kuriuos uzauginau ir patikejau didziajam pasauliui, kazkam kitam… tai tarsi dalelyte mano svajoniu, kazkur, pas kazka, toli toli… ir tai kazkokia jaukuma.

Aciu uz tai.

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