My heart is yearning with the lyrics of songs. Singing along him, translating the words, making a bridge to one another. I don't regret any tear I shed for him. I uderstand why he said he was rebellious. In my way, I'm rebellious too. I want to reflect true me and I use every bridge I can. He is one of them. So many people will say that I know nothing about him, his life. I know only the news, short biographies I read about him, comments of people who knew him made. But I also know his last Interview. Watching it made my heart sink. Whatever's left inside me is trying to get out. To be honest, I don't even know where this tunnel leads to. I'm just roaming through my emotions.
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IN MEMORIAM-TOŠE PROESKI (25.01.1981-16.10.2007)
Short StoryThis is a memoriam story about Toše Proeski. I don't remember when I started writing this but if I can publish, it will be published on 16.10.2015 which is the anniversary of his death. When I started writing, I never intended to finish the story. T...
