9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
After all, life doesn't start from the dream you want,
Silk touch illusion, dreaming of lapse,
The crime it causes and the endless waste.
A seven-eyed burial with average seventy rooms,
The one that does not hold the knee ligaments. time,
"It slows down when you wait, it speeds up when you delay".
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