Е, добре, цинична съм... Твърде много за едно дребно на ръст и леко като перце младо момиче със смеещи се очи и мъркащ глас. Твърде много е...
А всъщност достатъчно...съвсем достатъчно... За червенокосата среднощна скитница... Косите са почти до кръста ми... Кожата ми е бледа...толкова бледа... понякога това те плаши, нали...Те казват че имам очите на демона... Твърде много ли е ...
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20.06.2008 13:49 -
СЛЕД ТЕБ...
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След теб съм болна , нямам име,
зася ме с мъртва светлина.
По тъмно язвата крещи ме
от дебрите на твоята душа.
След теб съм вече глухо лято,
очите ми са сянка на смъртта.
Измръзвам даже в жар разлята,
помилвана от черна топлина.
След теб остават само рани ,
поени с кървавия плач
на дланите към теб простряни -
разсечени с целувка на палач.
След теб съм болна , нямам име,
зася ме с мъртва светлина.
По тъмно язвата крещи ме
от дебрите на твоята душа.
След теб съм вече глухо лято,
очите ми са сянка на смъртта.
Измръзвам даже в жар разлята,
помилвана от черна топлина.
След теб остават само рани ,
поени с кървавия плач
на дланите към теб простряни -
разсечени с целувка на палач.
14.06.2008 15:54 -
Kylie Minogue & Nick Cave - Where the wild roses grow
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
CHORUS
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I"d seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said, "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses will you follow?"
CHORUS
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said "All beauty must die"
Lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
CHORUS
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
CHORUS
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I"d seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said, "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses will you follow?"
CHORUS
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said "All beauty must die"
Lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
CHORUS
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
14.06.2008 15:09 -
СЛЕД БОЛКАТА СЕ УЧА ДА ОБИЧАМ
"Когато ме направиш слаба,
когато ми отвориш рана-
ще станеш по- голям от хляба.
Защото с болката се храня."
( Камеля Кондова)
Поискай ме нахапана от ласки
да стрелям с глас по тишината.
Избягай ми. В съня ме стряскай,
че тази нощ обесиха луната ...
А после натроши небето. Цяло.
За да ридая над издъхнал пристан.
Кажи ми че съм мъртва. Ялова.
(не всички живи знаят да обичат) .
Вдигни и клада, за да нямам вяра.
Ще я оплача като в чумно време.
И давай смело. Направи ми рана.
(когато си жесток си ми потребен).
Поискай ме, пречупена и малка.
Та ако ще дори... да е цинично.
По дяволите! Искам да заплача.
След болката се уча да обичам!
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