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my beautiful Maria
I’m itchin’ on a photograph…
Yeah I’m scratching on a thermostat..
Yeah I’m letting go of all that I had.
Yeah I’m living now and living last.
getting ready for a past to come alive.
once again. five years later. or maybe it’s been even longer.
and they say time machines do not exist…
Oh, knock that down,
leave the ground and find some space
and tell your friends, friends,
you’ll be back again, gain
before it’s too late.
getting ready for class of 2007 5 year reunion
1. The first album that was played for me as a toddler
2. Смeна 6 - the very first camera my father used for photographing my innocence
3. My first typewriter - this is how I learned to write before I could hold the pen
from the album ‘The gentle touch of the ink’
Maria - one of the most delicate girls I know.
everybody uses drugs to make it through the day. some drink them.
one of those many rainy days in april
2012 — in Sofia, Bulgaria
somebody ate my foundations.
I was young enough. I still believed in war.
Thank you, my dear friend.