MOIAZEI I HARA MOU ABROULIAS

A book with couplets dedicated to the memory of his father and cousin of the author. Death means redemption for him leaving. But for those who stay mean sadness and pain. I never thought that one day I would leave us, just like that, without warning. But there are thousands of memories that follow me wherever I am. Unique and heritage aprosperasti your name. Thank you taught me to be a man. Let the soil is light in shrouds.