• Една разсънена сълза
  
• Animus
  Split in two, right through the middle, A smiling reflection - a widow’s riddle. Her king, her chain...
• The Garden
  Even the smell of thousand foreign flowers will not bring back to life ......
• New Identity
  So close and so far away From all the dreams and the reality We go, we fade to the grey To form a ne...

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