9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
Life is not as written in the books.
In the books, another word was hidden under each word.
Under every face is another face...
It goes like this, there is no end.
I understand now, albeit late.
The words under these words, the faces under these faces are beyond me...
Her sey birdenbire oldu.
Birdenbire vurdu gün isigi yere;
Gökyüzü birdenbire oldu;
Mavi birdenbire.
Her sey birdenbire oldu;
Birdenbire tütmeye basladi duman topraktan;
Devamını Oku
Birdenbire vurdu gün isigi yere;
Gökyüzü birdenbire oldu;
Mavi birdenbire.
Her sey birdenbire oldu;
Birdenbire tütmeye basladi duman topraktan;
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