Our future is in clustered rows. Magic noise stirred shining eyes. The fingers stagger in anticipation and quietly is tolerated: "Santa, be with us, rejoice with all your good things and a happy gift

With a smile, rain may rain, or her head hurts her.

It is love, it dissolves the heavens and all horizons are transparent. Dance with butterfly wings and the beggar, and the king, and the executioner. Is he loving, shifting worlds, bridges builds, ruins

The ground shimmered with a thin layer of water. The trees flutter green hair, dancing a delicate light dance. The fiery ball, which today forgets to warm the many unripe fruits, rolls. The clouds slowly

A sensual moment of delight in the transparent veil of the night. Two glasses of pinocolla sparkled and silent music spread passion. Two naked, woven bodies, wrapped in a silk kiss, showing their love

The groan of the half-sleeping boulevard ached the dreamy inhabitants of the big city. The dream escaped from their eyes, and there was no time to leave their marks at least on their lips. Forgotten about

The day has long gone and a butterfly suddenly you attacked me without cause, and I'm a defenseless man ...

Behind the tulips bench, but to me a snow rose. And her love whisper piercing me like a nail. In front of the bench fountains. And the cold is wet. She leaves my hand, going, going to the water. And with

From the room, in fact, it was a fortress, with windows, in the dark attracted from the sparks, sprawling dying stars, went down, faster than a ray of sunlight, fictional thought of the rest inside. She

Мonasteries, spiritual peaks in virgin forests, only a fair is just a fair of abomination, rudeness, and roughness. Why are we so doomed, I ask, between the temples and the mud, the spirit of the Bulgarian

Everything went to buy - people, values, dreams ... Life is not worth anything, it is measured only in money. He has come to such a thing, this world of lowness bends. Oh, how much malice here is flowing!

By the ridge I will walk the path of your body. Swallow dust of foreign traces. In the Baptized winter silhouettes I will look for a sign. From your eyes. And I'll talk to you I the equal ... In the battered

The poet was born of Loneliness in the eye of a huge bloody sunset. Bleed the universe, transformed into a tear. The trouble of the weather drove him. And without friends it feels the best. - Only in the

"Welcome home!" - she whispered, gingerly embracing and flowers blossomed in me. My world turned over for a moment. Without words send love, accepted my essence entirely. He embraced the soul

Тhe sea wrapped around me, and she was gasping panting. In desert endless I walked toward you: no rain rains me, nor wind bloweth to me. But I sink now into this son, a very blue ocean, which my wounds

The wind blows quiet day - on a long journey calls him. With a dawn color, with a honey kiss awakes sleeping on the branches in the shelter aroma. The world of beauty has dissolved accepts with great joy

The soul that has passed into the afterlife is waiting for her to take a hard look. She is just looking at the life she has just experienced, and she is distributing the affairs. Then begins purification

In the sun beneath the pale lashes, in the hugs of the wind cold there is a rock standing worthy of people and hurrying time. With the rain and the sky the sky is overflowing, lightning and storms chill

Silver lunar rays are lowered, above the orphan trees. They flow into the veins. Torn by wounds. Who Breathe in my bare steps. Lonely in the dark behind the curtain, a tear descends. To show me the lost

Small room. White window, and in it - the sun's rays. Rays that do not speak. Dance. Time has tormented. On the floor - scattered leaves and music in silence. From joy or sadness tears are ruined on the