16 Jan 2021

Author: Dimitar Dimitroff

Poetry

Sea Breeze 

At the end of August, summer is near its end. Who doesn’t love summer; with its endless nights and jolly days? Summers come and go, but the sea stays where it has been for thousands of years, and the breeze is always there to soothe one’s mind.

Poetry

Paradise Or Hell 

Life is an extraordinary thing, isn’t it? Sometimes it’s paradise, sometimes it’s hell. Often it brings us joy and happiness beyond any words and lexis, but there are moments when we are alone in a pitch dark room with nothing else but memories.

Poetry

August, Rain, South 

On a hot summer day in August, the rain was coming. I loved this game between the sun, the clouds and the coming rain: as if they were little kids playing hide and seek. In the end, the game had to end… but the rain showed me the way south.