| P I O T R
'Please, try to imagine a clouded sky, a forest glade and one short glimpse, a moment when the sunshine brightens it. Now, when you think of my works try to imagine that you are sitting by the table in your flat at sunset. You are tired, you close your eyes and all of a sudden you hear a screech of tires outside. As you could see the landscape brightened with sunshine, now you should see your own soul...'
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