Alexandar Tomov

Quote from __nexpected Tales from the Ends of the Earth_: __his is that old well known man, for who I understood that one morning he puts the pistol in his mouth and put the trigger. He is dead right here. But he would never die in that dream. And I will never stop ask myself why I woke up, and how exactly has finished __his is that old well known man, for who I understood that one morning he puts the pistol in his mouth and put the trigger. He is dead right here. But he would never die in that dream. And I will never stop ask myself why I woke up, and how exactly has finished the strange feast_.

__ife is a beautiful denial to belief in death_.

If the world explore all my dark fantasy, will change for the better_.

Quote from __UTURE GONE_:__I set the house on fire. It__ dark outside. The fire tears down the darkness. I turn my back to the place and leave, not knowing where. And suddenly I understand_All dreams are dead now_.

Quote from __nexpected Tales from the Ends of the Earth_: __he only one everlasting love is the unrealized one. The love to this thing that you__ never had. Behind it is hidden the love to your own ego and feelings".

Quote from __UTURE GONE_: "_I wonder what actually this hospital is, why I am in it and who I am. I have no time to find out. I die, with my arms stretched towards the spotlights.Then whiteness.My body is still there somewhere_Buried in the extremely bright lights of empty hope".

Real love is the shared loneliness".

Quote from "A la bulgaro":"So long time has passed since those days, and since that story, which is still vivid in my memory, and even more vivid than all the rest. Some times I stay alone in my work - room here, in my father's old mansion in Pasadena, and I look through the old, yellow pages again and again. Then I go back to the north part which is furnished in my style, with many colored Bulgarian carpets and blankets (special kind of Bulgarian blankets with long fur), I make my coffee in a cooper coffee - pot, which has been brought from there, and my thoughts wonder to those absurd memories of mine...Very often some friends ask me - what is that unusual memories of yours? I can't explain to them, better say I don't want to, and I always avoid the answer by saying - a la Bulgaro - in a Bulgarian way..."Oh, yes, yes"...