tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post742951048782689742..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: Моментно...може биРадосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-72661410874483547982008-02-04T00:09:00.000+02:002008-02-04T00:09:00.000+02:00:)))Не знам защо сега като го прочетох на английск...:)))<BR/>Не знам защо сега като го прочетох на английски се сетих за един стих на Миряна Башева :"Обичам те, защото мога." <BR/>И пак искам да ти благодаря, защото по някакъв необясним за мен начин успяваш да предадеш точната емоция, точното чувство.Благодаря! :)Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)https://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-38310812451460504272008-02-03T23:24:00.000+02:002008-02-03T23:24:00.000+02:00Instantly ...maybe...Maybe, there will not be tomo...Instantly ...maybe...<BR/><BR/>Maybe, there will not be tomorrow<BR/>maybe, today everything will be through<BR/>maybe ,there will be words of sorrow <BR/>several dreams ... broken branches askew<BR/><BR/>They have not felt the coming up spring <BR/>and have only seen cold whitish snow<BR/>never felt breath of green leaves within<BR/>snowy sleeves that's how lives has been blown<BR/><BR/>Maybe all that's a sleep never dreamed<BR/>in a night when the Moon is a witch<BR/>and stars haven't shined ,nor they beamed <BR/>they just glimmer like candles on pitch <BR/><BR/>Maybe the morning is already peering<BR/>rubbing its eyes with its tiny tight fist<BR/>then it is rushing outside and it's cheering<BR/>telling its sleep or at least the sleep's gist <BR/><BR/>Maybe we've never existed... at all<BR/>maybe someone read about us in book<BR/>we were main characters and our calls<BR/>have brought the end ..there it is ....look <BR/><BR/>What do I have... after every thing's over ?<BR/>covers of book, soul spelled out after you<BR/>deep in my heart there's a drawing of clover<BR/>it shatters gently ... at least ...I love you...yanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.com