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Photo: Iakov Khesin (Јаков Кешин) for I akov K h e s in   Maybe the sun is a culprit to look by a view from above an orange tree full of ripe fruit maybe the ghosts which are certainly here surround   me in combat disposition and demand from me to raise my hands and keep the setting sun until they finish the absent battle with the conqueror from the east   But from my shoulders no weapon hangs only stones in the pockets taken away by the millennium action of water and wind which mixes and seeks for a new compositions even g etting a character created in the old school of this island even the persistent olive , which will not fade but resurrect s from moment to moment living from healing own relics , warns to attention   Maybe it's the shade of an oak a new bivouac or just a resting place of the new armie of intentional travelers but also a plateau behind two altars can be a respite and their wi