Той гледаше през двора мръсните стени и си даваше сметка, че не знае любов ли е било или истерия. Autor: Milan Kundera Copy Quote More from Milan Kundera “The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory a…” “O mesmo cineasta do subconsciente que de dia lhe enviava pedaços da paisagem na…” “Yes, the essence of every love is a child, and it makes no difference at all wh…” “This symmetrical composition- the same motif appears at the beginning and at th…”