tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post4641951816748862336..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: В минутите, в които ставам толкова себе си...Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-59080976449128848722008-07-03T21:48:00.000+03:002008-07-03T21:48:00.000+03:00Благодаря ти!А аз искрено се възхищавам на мъдрост...Благодаря ти!<BR/>А аз искрено се възхищавам на мъдростта и дълбочината на твоята поезия. Удоволствие е за мен...<BR/>Благодаря!Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)https://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-76768059833571913052008-07-03T20:55:00.000+03:002008-07-03T20:55:00.000+03:00Не съм казвала досега колко много ми харесва поези...Не съм казвала досега колко много ми харесва поезията ти. Казвам го тук и продължавам да чета в безмълвие.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-74099454756796216852008-06-30T23:00:00.000+03:002008-06-30T23:00:00.000+03:00In the moments when I become so much Myself...(and...In the moments when I become so much Myself...<BR/><BR/>(and in fact I am so much His ) <BR/><BR/>I love when the silence may happen<BR/>after the crazy babel of people<BR/>on a piece of rainbow I sat and<BR/>I breathe , and my words I am "eating"<BR/><BR/>In a chalice of tulip - orange and bright<BR/>I will pour myself a small sip of air<BR/>and time will stop like a snail on the site<BR/>not allowing the late to become in despair <BR/><BR/>From a twig of a young linden-tree<BR/>I'll whittle a very small pencil<BR/>and then I'll write upon the ripe Moon<BR/>a tale just for Him ( cos' I'm his damsel) <BR/><BR/>And then I'll tell Him that one sea<BR/>is not (at all) enough for my love to hide<BR/>and that in His cup of coffee or tea<BR/>I didn't put sugar , but my kiss inside <BR/><BR/>But that is tomorrow,and now He is sleeping<BR/>I'm getting down His lashes like a whisper<BR/>In His dreams I'm bringing the tunes of crickets<BR/>and pieces of my Far-Away and my crispness <BR/><BR/>And there - on the rainbow sat in pleasure<BR/>I shed the quiet sleeplessness with fingers<BR/>In small crumbs I'm locking bluish azure <BR/>I'll feed the doves when morning lingers...<BR/><BR/><BR/>..............*..........*.......yanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.com