Freedom freedom4. soil. red.our looks are homelessthe body remembers everythingdeparting from the temple(empty)borderhouse for migratory birdshomesigns sometimes I am empty like the last bus skopje – niš only two or three cops that officially travel to kumanovo Pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 admin 2018-08-21T17:23:49+00:00 November 2nd, 2000|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 98|0 Comments Share This Story, Choose Your Platform! FacebookTwitterLinkedinRedditGoogle+Email