• Кръстопътища за ветрове
  
• The sight of her...
  Scream! Silence. Mother weep, The little sailor’s gone forever. Water. Fury. Drowning. Deep. The sea...
• Somehow
  They say that love is never too late And they believe that it can await... And I can (but only for y...
• The Song of the Sobbing Scribbler
  To write is just a joke (or so I've heard) You scribble for nothing all day. For whom? To this day I...

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