I recently translated "Nekade vo Noćta" which means "Somewhere in the Night" and I noticed how I missed basic Toše. Toše who didn't suffer, struggle burn, grow up, get through that much. Toše who I didn't have to dig, think, analyze to understand. Toše who made me love Toše at first time. But I know that you somehow managed putting every piece of yours into your works. Even your very last album has marks of your very first album. I know that we have to grow up, get shattered and heal. Just sometimes we have to take our separate ways.
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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...
