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{1980} peycho kanev 1980 is the exact year when I opened my eyes and swallowed a little of this air with a scream. And so it goes. And so it ends. But this looks like something else. Imagine a forest at night, and you are just a little mouse filled with simple existence. Minding your own business all through your life. But that night from the dark sky you could hear the absence of noise. Two wings, like icy eyes cut through the air, the crooked beak opens and you rise up to the big secret. Without a scream. |
