tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post1893120842346111668..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: Това, което мога...Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-54838019549842503842009-01-10T23:59:00.000+02:002009-01-10T23:59:00.000+02:00хахах, мерси много, особено за третия ред на после...хахах, мерси много, особено за третия ред на последния куплет :))Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)https://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-27554275570082097932009-01-10T19:00:00.000+02:002009-01-10T19:00:00.000+02:00That's what I can...The roofs look like sprinkled ...That's what I can...<BR/><BR/>The roofs look like sprinkled with castor sugar<BR/>and ... they're gleaming in the bluish twilight<BR/>and on her tip-toes The Moon's climbing soothly<BR/>together with Hesperus , shining so bright<BR/><BR/>The chimneys are trickling thin whitish smoke<BR/>and they are drawing silhouettes in the sky<BR/>by their warm bricks bare-footed and bristling<BR/>two sparrows have cuddled -they're dreaming...July<BR/><BR/>The windows are yellow - the colour of summer<BR/>and down all the streets are crispy of snow<BR/>I am an enchantress (the translator adds: "GLAMOROUS")<BR/>who knits all the dreams of the city below... <BR/><BR/><BR/>+.....yanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.com