Pere Risteski Biography

Travels, adventures, distant
― desserts
scattered suitcasses
wet handkachieves on a wooden table
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Immortality and freedom
hidden and secretive in me
wait for their release in
― neverend.
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The clothes that I patch all the time
ubearable tatters
throw me into the silence
in stillness
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It sounds odd
but it can't be stolen
you can be desperate about it
it has it sense
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Neither scale of this world
can not measure
the suffering of my life - the victim of his own ― destiny.
Ever changing chameleon
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