Stanislav Kolev:
The old, deep scars on your Soul, make you beautiful to me...
Stanislav Kolev:
Motionless sky. Motionless trees. And I’m running...
Stanislav Kolev:
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Stanislav Kolev:
This object of natural need...
Stanislav Kolev:
Talking about...red.
Stanislav Kolev:
These invisible ropes, tightening us..,
Stanislav Kolev:
Woke up in...