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She Was Cursed by Marta Dimitrov

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1]A year ago she had still faith true love would come by A year after she had still no love, but only the every-night cries And she was still drinking that depressive wine Being drunk...

The death of the jazzy afternoons by Marta Dimitrov

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1]A year has gone by, passing away like a jazzy stringing It didn’t have any nuance of romance, nor did he hear her singing And even if she was his favorite muse, although he never...