Sim Aleksiev

Poetry

Reading a book, it takes from us ...

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I am not from the dedicated and n...

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I took a shower. I got drunk. I w...

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You fight for something lost,...

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(He) - In the conditions of a nor...

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A dialogue. - Monologue....

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Translated by: Евелина Кованджийска

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I want to fall.

The grass is so green.

The soil smells of a mother.

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