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Post by C Green on Sept 23, 2004 9:03:32 GMT -5
iskam da vi pozdravia s 1via den na esenta s tezi stihove na kuzma prutkov::
(za sazalenie ne gi znam v original, a samo v bulgarski prevod ;-(
ñòåëÿò æúëòèòå äúðâåòà åñåííà ïîñòåëÿ
þíêåð Øìèò ñúñ ïèñòîëåòà ñàì ùå ñå çàñòðåëÿ
ñòîé, áåçóìåö! íîâà øóìà ùå ðàñòå áîãàòî!
àç òè äàâàì ÷åñòíà äóìà, ïàê ùå äîéäå ëÿòî!
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Post by escarinna on Sept 25, 2004 18:33:30 GMT -5
Îáè4àì åñåíòà.. . êúñíàòà åñåí....
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Post by goth on Sept 28, 2004 13:20:45 GMT -5
íàèñòèíà - êúñíàòà åñåí å ìíîãî êðàñèâà...ãàìàòà ïðåìèíàâà îò æúëòî-êàôÿâà êúì ñèâêàâà - èñòèíñêà íàñëàäà.
Ïîëúõúò íà çèìàòà ñå óñåùà âñå ïî-ñèëíî è ïî-ñèëíî,ñëúíöåòî âå÷å íå èçãàðÿ ïîãëåäà - ïúëíà õàðìîíèÿ!
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Post by C Green on Sept 30, 2004 16:08:02 GMT -5
äà áå, íàïðàâî ÷îâåê òîòàëíî ñå ðàçëèãàâÿ è ãî èçáèâà íà ïîeçèÿ èëè íà ïðîñòî ïðîçàè÷íî ïðåðàçêàçâàíå íà ðåàëíîñòòà::
one (may)
i miss the soft november rain
the cold breath of the forest
behind my back
the green light of the forest
above my weary head
the quiet whisper of the forest
under my waking wings
two (june)
i miss the soft november rain
i miss the wind behind my back
i miss the softness of the light
i miss the words you whispered then
i miss the soft november rain
i miss the pain
i miss the flame
i see the memory again
and now i think
i really felt
the necessity of the end
i miss the soft november rain
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Post by Rotorblade on Sept 30, 2004 16:23:51 GMT -5
Summer's end
In the morning mist by the waning moon
through the woods she set on foot
With a sacred blade cut the berries down
Dug up the dreaded mandrake root
Tread my path to summer's end
This bequest I leave you she says
You will see what could be evergreen
Turn to copper and fade to gray
By the standing stones
Atropine eyes smiled at me
Sitting in a sluggish vertigo
Sands of time form another dream
No love without sacrifice
No life springs without decay
The final kiss is a wormy one
In soils cold caress to rest we'll lay
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Post by C Green on Oct 14, 2004 7:49:05 GMT -5
Êîãàòî ìóçèêàòà ïåå, âîêàëúò ñàìî ìîæå äà ïëà÷å...   |
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naMy4Ho KoTe
Baby-bat
4yBcTBaM ce KaTo KoTe B 3axapeH naMyK!!!
Posts: 125
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Post by naMy4Ho KoTe on Oct 19, 2004 5:19:30 GMT -5
I az mnogo obi4am kysnata esen. Zimata sy6to. Tova sa ljubimite mi sezoni. Tolkova e priqtno da otide6 v 8 sutrinta, kogato nqma nikoj, v gradskata gradina(plovdiv), da si sedne6 na pejkata i da gleda6 konskite kesteni. I nqma na4in da ne 4ue6 i vidi6 pone nqkolko vrani i kateri4ki. Mnogo e krasivo. Zimata o6te pove4e. Goli kloni na fona na sivo nebe... Ot kakvo pove4e se nuzhdae 4ovek?  |
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Post by Rotorblade on Oct 19, 2004 10:09:18 GMT -5
Ot kakvo pove4e se nuzhdae 4ovek? Îò òîïëà íîù íà ïëàæà, ëóííà ïúòåêà è ëåêè âúëíè. Ðåøàâàø äà âëåçåø â ìîðåòî. Ñúáëè÷àø ñå. Àêî íå å îò ïðåêàëåíî òîïëèòå âå÷åðè, òè ñòàâà ëåêî õëàäíî. Òîãàâà çàïî÷âàø äà ïðèñòúïÿø âúâ âîäàòà. Ñúáèðàëà öÿë äåí ñëúí÷åâèòå ëú÷è òÿ å ïî-òîïëà îò âúçäóõà îêîëî òåá, è ïðè ïúðâèÿ äîïèð ñ íåÿ óñåùàø òîïëèíàòà é. Ñëåä äâå êðà÷êè ñè âå÷å âúòðå ïîíå äî ãëåçåíèòå. Òîãàâà ðàçáèðàø, ÷å ìîðñêîòî äúíî å îùå ïî-òîïëî è õîäèëàòà òè, èçñòèíàëè îò ðàçõîäêàòà ïî ñòóäåíèÿ âå÷å ïÿñúê íà áðåãà, ñå ñãðÿâàò. Ïîñòåïåííî öåëèÿò ñå ïîòàïÿø âúâ âîäàòà è ïîâå÷å íå òè ñå èñêà äà èçëèçàø. È òàêà äî ïîñèíÿâàíå.  |
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raylight
Womb
baby join me in bed
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Post by raylight on Oct 21, 2004 8:15:59 GMT -5
Kusnata esen - nachaloto na edna smurt...
Vsichki haresvame shuma ot padashtite lista, zashtoto te simvolizirat silata na smurtta i vremeto na promyanata. Kogato stoim na brega na ezeroto I gledame kak vulnichki nabrazdyavat spokoinata dotogava povurhnost, kogato murtvite lista padat v neya, nie useshtame, che neshto krasivo si otiva I nikoga nyama da se povtori. Tova lyato nikoga nyama da se vurne. Shte doidat drugi leta, no nyama da e sushtoto. Useshtame, che edna godina ot nashiq jivot si otiva bezvuzvratno I vsyaka nasha radost ili bolka umira zaedno s neya I se prevrushta v spomen.
Stoim na brega I useshtame bolkata na durvoto, koeto puska poslednite si lista na vyatura, koito se e poyavil. Vsyako edno listo e edin jivot, kolkoto i neznachitelen da e bil toi. Vsyako ezero e boino pole, v koeto zagubilite vechnata bitka lejat v poslednite si migove na slava, predi da budat zabraveni zavinagi, kogato dori spomenat shte bude pogreban do tyah. Dokato vyaturut se usilva nashata muka raste zaedno s negoviq gnyav, zashtoto vav vseki list nie vijdame izgubena nadejda, vav vsyaka vulnichka, vijdame poslednite otblyasuci na izchezvashtiq jivot. Dogodina proletta pak shte diode I smurtta na listata shte podhranyqt jivota na durvoto I silite na zloto shte dadat nova nadejda za vsichki nas – edno lyato, koeto shte zamesti opredishnoto, rpedi I negoviqt krai da doide.
Neumolimata smurt protyaga ruka do nas I otnema jivot, ot koito I nie sme chast, za da ni go dade s drugata si ruka, syakash e vuzmojno da zamestim izgubenoto.
Kusnata esen e vremeto na gneva, vremeto na bolkata, vremeto na promyanata. Togava koleloto na vremeto se zavurta oshte vednuj, za da smaje naklraya vsichki ni s ogromnata si tejest.
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