tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post5693523707846386647..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: Тази нощ те помня за последно.Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-15237578821248135682008-10-24T11:19:00.000+03:002008-10-24T11:19:00.000+03:00Мерси, Ян.Усмих* :))Мерси, Ян.<BR/>Усмих* :))Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)https://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-57172161979388378962008-10-23T23:31:00.000+03:002008-10-23T23:31:00.000+03:00Tonight I remember you for lastI change my clothes...Tonight I remember you for last<BR/><BR/>I change my clothes in the colour of cherry<BR/>and I throw out the fogs made of laces<BR/>every moment from now on (till they bury me)<BR/>will be eternity like long Sunday chasing...<BR/><BR/>And I'll have my green glens and horses<BR/>(I won't think about you all winter)<BR/>stop it,It's banal... our paths aren't crossing <BR/>you aren't real(but a sketch from a printer) <BR/><BR/>All the witches are nodding accepting<BR/>though they don't like cherries at all<BR/>I was just up to tell you , well...something <BR/>but I tasted the sweet, funny call <BR/><BR/>And to me distractedness perfectly suits <BR/>and I feel it deep down from within<BR/>I'm killing the dragon today , with 2 shoots<BR/>tomorrow - my memories (they can't live akin)...yanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.com