tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post3511911710851086448..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: Не разбираш ли...Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-22425274844614080202009-11-02T18:30:12.832+02:002009-11-02T18:30:12.832+02:00Don't you see ...
No , do not turn me in some...Don't you see ...<br /><br />No , do not turn me in some kind of a dream<br />do not lock me in sleep or imaginations<br />I have my breath and pulse ... I can feel<br />and I have my lips - for you I've kept my sensations<br /><br />I have tenderness that is as big as the Earth<br />which I have to give , to give to someone<br />and that is why I can't sleep since my birth<br />and that is why I wait for you , Sun ...<br /><br />And I beg you , not to make me a craving !<br />All the cravings just die with the dawn<br />I have love in my heart, Ive been saving it<br />that just has to come true , nothing more...yanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.com