Мъжът, който изгубил своята надежда... Самотен и тъжен, той изгубил и себе си заедно с нея...
Светът му се свил и станал толкова мъничък и блед, че можел да се побере в бутилка вино...
Мъжът вече не търсел... само отброявал дните, нощите..
. и празните бутилки вино... Той дори и не подозирал, че надеждата ще се върне неочаквано в едно странно писмо.
The man who lost his Hope… Lonely and sad he lost himself along with the Hope… His world shrunk and became so small and pale that it could be put in a bottle of wine… The man wasn’t looking for his Hope anymore… only counted the days, the nights and the empty bottles of wine… He didn’t expect that his Hope would come back unexpectedly in a mysterious letter.
The man who lost his Hope… Lonely and sad he lost himself along with the Hope… His world shrunk and became so small and pale that it could be put in a bottle of wine… The man wasn’t looking for his Hope anymore… only counted the days, the nights and the empty bottles of wine… He didn’t expect that his Hope would come back unexpectedly in a mysterious letter.
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