21 Aug 2019

Author: Dimitar Dimitroff

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.