Когато чашите се чукат
в празничната нощ,
потънал във разкош
от спомени и чувства,
Сляп от мъка -
скрит във плащ от смях,
щастлив съм външно,
а умирам вътре.
28 декември 1992
Пловдив
Месечен архив: December 2003
After the hours of pain I am alone. Hurting. Empty. There is no peace here, even at night… There is no peace anywhere.
My views were formed as a person who had never experienced the reality of being responsible for more than my own life. My core problem anytime…
You kept me company on the sleepless nights...
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