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Soma means dink of gods in Sanskrit language.
I come from a country where gods are what we feel.
Time is also a thing we feel, however these days where time flies so fast,
it seems it is so easy to lose sense of it.
In Soma, using time as material, seeking ephemerality,
I want to share how I cherish life.
If only you could understand you needed time sometimes just to vegetate...
You always told me you were ruminating, I just did not have the patience...
From the moment that it was blown into until today and till tomorrow.
The galleon sailing across the sea not knowing where or what the destination is.
Remains of nostalgy that belongs to all and to nothing.
I wonder if Amrita was once contained here.
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