Monday, 17 December 2012
Monday, 3 December 2012
Sunday, 2 December 2012
Sunday, 25 November 2012
Kiss me in the day, kiss me at night,
Kiss me tenderly to the end of time,
Wrapp me with your passion in your loving arms,
Surround me with happiness, fill my life with charm.
Kiss me now and kiss me sweet,
I crave for your passion as i crave for your tender kiss,
I crave everything about you, your smell, your laugh, your lips,
You drive me insane with such pleasurable agony.
Kiss me in the rain, kiss me in the morning,
K iss me at the sunset, or kiss me when you want it,
I am crazy about you and i desire you more and more,
I want you so much, i am longing for your tender kiss
Kiss me tenderly to the end of time,
Wrapp me with your passion in your loving arms,
Surround me with happiness, fill my life with charm.
Kiss me now and kiss me sweet,
I crave for your passion as i crave for your tender kiss,
I crave everything about you, your smell, your laugh, your lips,
You drive me insane with such pleasurable agony.
Kiss me in the rain, kiss me in the morning,
K iss me at the sunset, or kiss me when you want it,
I am crazy about you and i desire you more and more,
I want you so much, i am longing for your tender kiss
Monday, 19 November 2012
Sunday, 18 November 2012
Saturday, 17 November 2012
Friday, 16 November 2012
Wednesday, 14 November 2012
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
Monday, 12 November 2012
Sunday, 11 November 2012
Friday, 9 November 2012
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
Sunday, 4 November 2012
Saturday, 27 October 2012
Thursday, 25 October 2012
Saturday, 20 October 2012
Monday, 15 October 2012
Tuesday, 9 October 2012
Sunday, 7 October 2012
Tuesday, 2 October 2012
Saturday, 29 September 2012
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
Monday, 24 September 2012
Никога не бях го виждала такъв.Беше решен,сигурен.Толкова силно ме стискаше,сякаш не искаше да ме пуска да си тръгна..Гледаше ме така,сякаш искаше да му кажа какво означава за мен..А аз нищо не му казах..АЗ,която мислеше постоянно за него..АЗ,която виждаше него във всеки един мъж..АЗ, която очакваше с трепет срещите с него..Аз,която искаше да му каже толкова неща....Аз,която никога нямаше да го забрави..АЗ,АЗ нищо не направих..Дори,когато си тръгнах не посмях да го погледна,знаех че ако го направя никога няма да успея да избягам..Тръгнах си усещайки,че помежду ни има толкова неизказани,неизживени неща.По-добре нещата да си останат такива,защото не искам да го имам само за малко,по-добре да го нямам завинаги
Sunday, 23 September 2012
Friday, 21 September 2012
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
...happy birthday flower
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
...happy birthday flower
Monday, 17 September 2012
Аз казах ли ти колко те
обичам?
Пропуснах, но пък още имам време.
Забързах се улисана да тичам,
че скоро ще се свършат и вселените.
Не ти ли казах? Много те обичам!
Забравила съм как се изговаря.
Обичане не зная как да сричам,
но зная, че отваря даже Рая.
С обичане къде ли се не стига.
До там, до някъде, дори до Бога.
Разпява се и с него чучулига.
Събуждам се до теб и всичко мога.
Е, знаеш, страшно много те обичам.
(На думи съм ужасно пестелива.)
Прощавай ми, на друга не приличам
и всяка друга лесно си отива.
А аз се връщам, свършиха се вече
безкрайните измислени вселени.
Обичам те и идвам от далече,
но идвам да остана...
тук
до тебе.
Wednesday, 12 September 2012
Sunday, 9 September 2012
Μ΄αγγαλιάζει απαλά και ζεσταίνομαι.
Με σφίγγει δυνατά και πονάω.
Με φωτίζει και λάμπω!
Μου χαμογελά και είμαι δυνατή!
Πέφτει επάνω μου και με καίει.
Με παίρνει στην αγκαλιά του κι έχω σιγουριά.
'Αν μου γυρίσει την πλάτη, θα μείνω στο σκοτάδι.
'Αν δε με καταλάβει, θα θαμπώσω...
Ναι, πράγματι, είμαι το άλλο του μισό.
Wednesday, 5 September 2012
Monday, 3 September 2012
Thursday, 30 August 2012
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
Tuesday, 14 August 2012
Sunday, 12 August 2012
Monday, 6 August 2012
Sunday, 5 August 2012
Saturday, 21 July 2012
Tuesday, 17 July 2012
Monday, 16 July 2012
give me the sign...
pretty soon child
i`ve got that feeling that i`m
gonna make you smile forever
if i can..
just give me a sign
and i show you my plan.
You are a blue child
forever true child you
know that i try to ,
paint the sky blue forever
if i can..
just show me you're smile
and i show you my plan.
tell me why you look so sad
time slips by
like grains of sand
just put your future in my hands.
Tell me why,
tell me why you look so sad,
time slips by
like grains of sand,
just put youre future
in my hands.
You are a mooonchild and
pretty soon child
i`ve got that feeling that
i`m gonna make you smile forever
if i can..
just give me a sign
and i show you my plan,
just show me youre smile
and i show you my plan,
just give me some time
and i`ll show you my plan.
Sunday, 15 July 2012
Saturday, 14 July 2012
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
Saturday, 7 July 2012
Thursday, 5 July 2012
Wednesday, 4 July 2012
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
Sunday, 1 July 2012
Thursday, 28 June 2012
Wednesday, 27 June 2012
Monday, 25 June 2012
Saturday, 23 June 2012
Thursday, 21 June 2012
Thursday, 14 June 2012
Wednesday, 13 June 2012
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
Тялото ми помни
твойта топлина,
две очи и устни,
шепнещи в нощта.
Помни и ръцете
с нежна доброта.
Помни раменете,
трепващи в страстта,
и бедра, които
меко ме притискат,
тръпнещи от порив
своето да искат.
И дори небето
угасна - да не пречи
на това, което
случваше се вече.
Болката зад нас е.
Общи са ни дните.
Сбъднаха се вече
копнежите, мечтите.
;)
твойта топлина,
две очи и устни,
шепнещи в нощта.
Помни и ръцете
с нежна доброта.
Помни раменете,
трепващи в страстта,
и бедра, които
меко ме притискат,
тръпнещи от порив
своето да искат.
И дори небето
угасна - да не пречи
на това, което
случваше се вече.
Болката зад нас е.
Общи са ни дните.
Сбъднаха се вече
копнежите, мечтите.
;)
Monday, 11 June 2012
Wednesday, 6 June 2012
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
Saturday, 2 June 2012
Monday, 28 May 2012
Wednesday, 23 May 2012
Thursday, 17 May 2012
Tuesday, 15 May 2012
Monday, 14 May 2012
Sunday, 13 May 2012
Friday, 11 May 2012
Wednesday, 9 May 2012
Tuesday, 8 May 2012
Sunday, 6 May 2012
Saturday, 5 May 2012
Friday, 4 May 2012
Thursday, 3 May 2012
Wednesday, 2 May 2012
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
Monday, 30 April 2012
Thursday, 26 April 2012
Wednesday, 25 April 2012
Tuesday, 24 April 2012
Sunday, 22 April 2012
Saturday, 21 April 2012
Friday, 20 April 2012
Thursday, 19 April 2012
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
Tuesday, 17 April 2012
Να περνάς καλά εκεί πάνω...
και να μας φτιάξεις όμορφα τραγουδάκια για να έρθουμε να σε συναντήσουμε
Monday, 16 April 2012
Sunday, 15 April 2012
Saturday, 14 April 2012
Friday, 13 April 2012
Thursday, 12 April 2012
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
I love you...
I love you more than human heart can bear
More than a poet dreams or lover feels
You are the perfumed cloud from heaven sent
To rain upon me your enchanted dew;
I feel your heart, your veins flow into mine,
No gap to let the impure world creep in;
My heart confronts your heart, finding its twin,
As two cups meet in one ethereal vow;
In us when wine is made to mix with wine,
A blend of perfume, breeze, and dew combine;
My inspiration dwells within your eyes,
And swells lip on lip instructs my art;
For us the fire rages, though unfed,
Though we are calm, a storm erupts within.
More than a poet dreams or lover feels
You are the perfumed cloud from heaven sent
To rain upon me your enchanted dew;
I feel your heart, your veins flow into mine,
No gap to let the impure world creep in;
My heart confronts your heart, finding its twin,
As two cups meet in one ethereal vow;
In us when wine is made to mix with wine,
A blend of perfume, breeze, and dew combine;
My inspiration dwells within your eyes,
And swells lip on lip instructs my art;
For us the fire rages, though unfed,
Though we are calm, a storm erupts within.
Llyas Abu Shaaka
za i...
za i...
Tuesday, 10 April 2012
Monday, 9 April 2012
Sunday, 8 April 2012
Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint
Never let me lose
the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night. I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my despair.
If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
if I am a dog, and you alone my master,
never let me lose what I have gained,
and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn.
Federico Garcia Lorca
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night. I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my despair.
If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
if I am a dog, and you alone my master,
never let me lose what I have gained,
and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn.
Federico Garcia Lorca
federico garcia lorca - n.kavvadias
Ще те обичам от разстояние ...
Ще те обичам от разстояние.
Ще те опазя от мен самата.
Тебе не искам да те ранявам.
Ти си ми нещо като разплата.
Ти си ми нещо като проклятие.
И свръхподземно и свръхнебесно.
Когато превръщам мъжете си в братя,
всъщност им давам въже за бесене.
Тебе не искам да те обеся.
С тебе не искам да бъда вещица.
Ти си ми светлия спомен за песен,
която не съм делила с грешните.
Ти си ми времето, изброеното —
преди луната и след луната.
С тебе не може да бъде временно.
Ще те опазя от мен самата.
Ще те обичам от разстояние
Ще те опазя от мен самата.
Тебе не искам да те ранявам.
Ти си ми нещо като разплата.
Ти си ми нещо като проклятие.
И свръхподземно и свръхнебесно.
Когато превръщам мъжете си в братя,
всъщност им давам въже за бесене.
Тебе не искам да те обеся.
С тебе не искам да бъда вещица.
Ти си ми светлия спомен за песен,
която не съм делила с грешните.
Ти си ми времето, изброеното —
преди луната и след луната.
С тебе не може да бъде временно.
Ще те опазя от мен самата.
Ще те обичам от разстояние
Friday, 6 April 2012
"Нямаме право да бягаме от
щастието. Повечето хора не са имали нашия късмет. Когато им е приятно
заедно, не се влюбват. Когато са влюбени не си пасват в леглото. Или пък
когато са добре в леглото, след това нямат какво да си кажат. Ние си
имаме всичко, освен че нямаме нищо, понеже не сме заедно."
~ Фредерик Бегбедe - "Любовта трае три години"
~ Фредерик Бегбедe - "Любовта трае три години"
Wednesday, 4 April 2012
Tuesday, 3 April 2012
Monday, 2 April 2012
Saturday, 31 March 2012
Friday, 30 March 2012
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
Monday, 26 March 2012
The cloud and the dune
A young cloud was born in the middle of a great storm in the Mediterranean Sea. But it hardly had time to grow there; a strong wind pushed all the clouds towards Africa.
As soon as they arrived on the continent, the climate changed: a warm sun shone in the sky, and down below the golden sand of the Sahara desert spread into the distance. The wind continued to push them towards the forests in the south, since it hardly ever rains in the desert.
However, just as it is with young people, so with young clouds: this one decided to break away from its parents and older friends, to see the world.
- What are you doing? – complained the wind. – The entire desert is exactly the same! Come back to the group, and let’s go to the center of Africa, where there are beautiful mountains and trees!
But the young cloud, a rebel by nature, did not obey; little by little, it lowered its altitude, until it was able to float on a gentle, generous breeze down near the golden sands. After wandering all over the place, it noticed that one of the dunes was smiling at it.
It was because the dune was also young, recently formed by the wind which had just passed. Straight away, the cloud fell in love with its golden hair.
- Good morning – said the cloud. – What is it like living down there?
- I have the company of the other dunes, the sun, the wind, and the caravans which pass by from time to time. Sometimes it is very hot, but it is bearable. And what is living up there like?
- There is also the wind and the sun, but the advantage is, I can wander across the sky and get to know everything.
- For me life is short – said the dune. – When the wind returns from the forests, I will disappear.
- And does that make you sad?
- It gives me the impression that I am of no use to anyone.
- I feel the same way. As soon as another wind comes, I will go south and become rain; however, that’s my destiny.
The dune hesitated for a moment, before saying:
- Did you know that, down here in the desert, we call the rain Paradise?
- I didn’t know I could become something so important – said the proud cloud.
- I’ve heard several legends told by old dunes. They say that, after the rain, we are covered in herbs and flowers. But I’d never know what that is like, for in the desert it only rains very rarely.
This time it was the cloud which hesitated. But then it started to smile joyfully:
- If you like, I can cover you with rain. Although I’ve only just arrived, I am in love with you, and would like to stay here forever.
- When I first saw you up in the sky, I too fell in love – said the dune. – but if you turn your lovely white hair into rain, you will die.
- Love never dies – said the dune. – It transforms; and I want to show you Paradise.
And so it began to caress the dune with droplets; they remained together like this for a long time, until a rainbow appeared.
The next day, the small dune was covered in flowers. Other clouds passing towards central Africa, thought that must be part of the forest they were searching for, and poured down more rain. Twenty years later, the dune had become an oasis, which refreshed travelers under the shade of its trees.
Paulo Coelho
As soon as they arrived on the continent, the climate changed: a warm sun shone in the sky, and down below the golden sand of the Sahara desert spread into the distance. The wind continued to push them towards the forests in the south, since it hardly ever rains in the desert.
However, just as it is with young people, so with young clouds: this one decided to break away from its parents and older friends, to see the world.
- What are you doing? – complained the wind. – The entire desert is exactly the same! Come back to the group, and let’s go to the center of Africa, where there are beautiful mountains and trees!
But the young cloud, a rebel by nature, did not obey; little by little, it lowered its altitude, until it was able to float on a gentle, generous breeze down near the golden sands. After wandering all over the place, it noticed that one of the dunes was smiling at it.
It was because the dune was also young, recently formed by the wind which had just passed. Straight away, the cloud fell in love with its golden hair.
- Good morning – said the cloud. – What is it like living down there?
- I have the company of the other dunes, the sun, the wind, and the caravans which pass by from time to time. Sometimes it is very hot, but it is bearable. And what is living up there like?
- There is also the wind and the sun, but the advantage is, I can wander across the sky and get to know everything.
- For me life is short – said the dune. – When the wind returns from the forests, I will disappear.
- And does that make you sad?
- It gives me the impression that I am of no use to anyone.
- I feel the same way. As soon as another wind comes, I will go south and become rain; however, that’s my destiny.
The dune hesitated for a moment, before saying:
- Did you know that, down here in the desert, we call the rain Paradise?
- I didn’t know I could become something so important – said the proud cloud.
- I’ve heard several legends told by old dunes. They say that, after the rain, we are covered in herbs and flowers. But I’d never know what that is like, for in the desert it only rains very rarely.
This time it was the cloud which hesitated. But then it started to smile joyfully:
- If you like, I can cover you with rain. Although I’ve only just arrived, I am in love with you, and would like to stay here forever.
- When I first saw you up in the sky, I too fell in love – said the dune. – but if you turn your lovely white hair into rain, you will die.
- Love never dies – said the dune. – It transforms; and I want to show you Paradise.
And so it began to caress the dune with droplets; they remained together like this for a long time, until a rainbow appeared.
The next day, the small dune was covered in flowers. Other clouds passing towards central Africa, thought that must be part of the forest they were searching for, and poured down more rain. Twenty years later, the dune had become an oasis, which refreshed travelers under the shade of its trees.
Paulo Coelho
За да мога да обичам...
Прегърни ме!
Искам те!
Съблечи ме!
Цялата...
Няма никак да е лесно -
с много ризи съм навлечена.
Ала ти не се плаши
и не бързай - имам време.
... Как да почнеш ли не знаеш?
Мъничко ще ти подскажа:
Първо бавно, с нежни пръсти,
съблечи от мен умората.
После ризите на грижите
смело настрани хвърли.
Не забравяй и тревогата,
дето в мене се е вкопчила!
Пипалата и, отровните,
всичките ги отскубни!
После... ризата със раните.
О, да, доста е надрана.
Но залепнала е, пустата!
Леко дръпваш, а боли...
Малко време ще отнеме
раните да излекуваш.
Но не се отказвай, моля те,
и до долу я смъкни!
Продължавай да събличаш
ризи вчерашни и... утрешни.
Куп натрупай, запали го -
нека изгори в страстта!
А когато ти се стори,
че наистина съм гола -
в най-потайните ми кътчета
съблечи ме
от страха!
...
За да мога да обичам...
Искам те!
Съблечи ме!
Цялата...
Няма никак да е лесно -
с много ризи съм навлечена.
Ала ти не се плаши
и не бързай - имам време.
... Как да почнеш ли не знаеш?
Мъничко ще ти подскажа:
Първо бавно, с нежни пръсти,
съблечи от мен умората.
После ризите на грижите
смело настрани хвърли.
Не забравяй и тревогата,
дето в мене се е вкопчила!
Пипалата и, отровните,
всичките ги отскубни!
После... ризата със раните.
О, да, доста е надрана.
Но залепнала е, пустата!
Леко дръпваш, а боли...
Малко време ще отнеме
раните да излекуваш.
Но не се отказвай, моля те,
и до долу я смъкни!
Продължавай да събличаш
ризи вчерашни и... утрешни.
Куп натрупай, запали го -
нека изгори в страстта!
А когато ти се стори,
че наистина съм гола -
в най-потайните ми кътчета
съблечи ме
от страха!
...
За да мога да обичам...
" Не ми връзвай ръцете, за да мога да те прегръщам.
Не искам да ме заключиш в прегръдката си като в клетка. Тъкмо така ще
ме оттласнеш да изхвърча на простор. Остави ме да бъда всичко, което
сама не зная още за себе си.
Какво от това, че съм противоречие?
Нека да бъда като любовта - неуловима, променлива, неподчиняваща се никому за нищо! "
~ Блага Димитрова - "Отклонение"
Sunday, 25 March 2012
Oh no, I've said too much...
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
But that was just a dream...
Цветята...
„Цветята са слаби. Наивни са. И се пазят, както могат. Мислят се за страшни с техните бодли.“ - Малкият принц
Saturday, 24 March 2012
Friday, 23 March 2012
Thursday, 22 March 2012
Wednesday, 21 March 2012
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
Monday, 19 March 2012
Sunday, 18 March 2012
Saturday, 17 March 2012
Friday, 16 March 2012
Thursday, 15 March 2012
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Monday, 12 March 2012
Sunday, 11 March 2012
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