Varna, Bulgaria
It's over that top, is not it ?! Our eyes are accustomed to the darkness. But here, behind the black rocks explode in the fiery nuances of the heavens. Two sunset burns in the evening. They are poured into the bowels of the earth. They embrace the alley river and long kiss in silence. And then they fade as a moment, missed his time to happen. And nothing that starts to rain, and you under the sole lone dog. Your soul is somewhere in front of me, behind me, around me - flashes brightly. I feel like a carefree day, with a smile in his pocket and a summer bouquet.
