Sine Akten
sineakten.bsky.social
Sine Akten
@sineakten.bsky.social
I am a combined menu with Art & Science
July 21, 2025 at 4:59 PM
Perhaps,
Art can save the world.
❤️
July 5, 2025 at 8:27 AM
See the world in colors!
June 6, 2025 at 3:44 AM
❤️
May 8, 2025 at 2:24 PM
#marseille
✌🏻
May 7, 2025 at 8:36 PM
On the road to Marseille..
@aphm-chu-marseille.bsky.social
May 6, 2025 at 9:50 PM
The Spring is on!
❤️
April 28, 2025 at 3:24 PM
Mom in training at Brooklyn!
❤️
April 21, 2025 at 8:05 PM
We made it!
✌🏻
April 21, 2025 at 4:46 PM
‘The Red Chair’ … is to a red notice to a life.
✌🏻
April 20, 2025 at 8:14 PM
Glad to be inside!
@tahtagemi.bsky.social
April 18, 2025 at 5:13 PM
April 17, 2025 at 9:28 PM
You must be in complete of yourself wherever you are supposed to be..
Tough, but tried..
🫵🏻
#newyorkcity
April 17, 2025 at 9:16 PM
2025
✌🏻
April 15, 2025 at 8:49 PM
I love this bridge❤️

#verrrazonabridge
April 15, 2025 at 2:08 AM
Güvercin Gibi Uçup Geldiler…

Güvercin Kitap Serisi.

1993-2025..

Sararmış sayfalar arasında, 16 yaşındaki haliyle göz göze geliyor. Aynı dizeler, aynı kitap… ama artık bambaşka bir ben.

Hayat da bazen bir seri gibi—devamını zaman getiriyor, anlamını biz büyütüyoruz.
April 14, 2025 at 7:44 PM
❤️❤️❤️
April 13, 2025 at 9:44 PM

“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
R. Frost

In these lines, intuition is the mist itself.
Even if the paths are open, the choice remains unseen.
April 12, 2025 at 4:44 PM

“She drank. She healed.”
Marie Fernande once refused water. Her kidneys worsened.
With patience, I taught. She drank.
Now she smiles—healing begins.
April 10, 2025 at 3:05 PM
Serenity costs life!
@nature.com
April 8, 2025 at 3:27 PM
@trendingworld.bsky.social

Musketeers…

😊
April 6, 2025 at 2:59 PM
April 6, 2025 at 2:57 PM
It was the first book I ever wrote.
I was ill.
I am a doctor.
I was in mourning.
I was hope…

#covid-19
April 4, 2025 at 6:23 PM

New York…

Every corner, every building holds a secret—some whisper of love, others of betrayal or death. Yet, there are certain structures where both the building and its creators are shaped by tragedy.

One such place is the Jefferson Market Library, rising in the heart of Greenwich Village.
April 4, 2025 at 6:21 PM

Yes, the sun rises in the east every morning.

Don’t ask where the sun rises. Ask who woke up to bring it forth.

Because true change begins not with the first light of morning,
but with the final darkness before it.

#southkorea
April 4, 2025 at 6:18 PM