Ivan Georgiev

 Thick cloud of mild perfumes, scent of tobacco leaves and sweat covers the tremor of the blues and jazz maestros in the South. The Lone star...

I have always believed that writing for the sake of writing is just a form of intellectual masturbation. I deeply believe that there could hardly be...

This blog post is a journey through time and space. The look back at the last six weeks feels like a desperate attempt to hold a handful of sand....

“Here was a gorgeous triumph; they were missed; they were mourned; hearts were breaking on their account; tears were being shed; accusing memories...