tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post3813258732399508486..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: Не бързай да ми отговаряш...Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-19813482206218247532009-11-22T21:29:38.153+02:002009-11-22T21:29:38.153+02:00Ян, благодаря ти!
Ники, добре дошъл на покрива:) И...Ян, благодаря ти!<br />Ники, добре дошъл на покрива:) И на тебе благодаря!Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)https://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-91567816471313777392009-11-21T22:19:57.813+02:002009-11-21T22:19:57.813+02:00Страхотни стихчета :) наистина вълшебни :)))Страхотни стихчета :) наистина вълшебни :)))Nikihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15009250555395513437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-52727543392588548462009-11-20T22:18:31.853+02:002009-11-20T22:18:31.853+02:00Don't hurry up with your answer ...
A cherry ...Don't hurry up with your answer ...<br /><br />A cherry sunset , and an autumn sky...<br />my cocoa tastes like the last working day<br />the wind is knitting a little bit shy<br />a cardigan made of lost moments and prays<br />My eyes are trying to catch and to hold<br />the very last minute painted in orange<br />the entire blue sky like a rainbow unfolds<br />when Sun gets asleep in its golden foliage<br />Would You be able , maybe , one day<br />to be so much tender ,no..., ever more <br />tired embracing me , with nothing to say<br />and together with sleep into your arms I fall ...yanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.com