I'm walking under the rain, cold... Listening to Toše, freezing, getting soaking wet... My tears and rain are mixing together. Weeping with skies for the emotions I'm facing. Concealing that I weep not to be judged. They think me listening, researching, translating, looking at your photos, making comments on your songs are disrespectful. I disagree. As long as I reach people, make them love you, spread you that's how I respect you. That's how I love you. Still betting with my soul to get out of the dilemma.
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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...
