... хладни слънца и луни с очила ...

Но все пак да вървим!Има смисъл все пак 
да вървим все така след червения знак! 

Да вървим все така дълги нощи и дни 
покрай много слънца,покрай много луни, 
за да можем да кажем в най-последния ден: 

аз бях винаги с теб 
и ти винаги с мен. 


Н.Й.

Splendour in the grass

Going where the hills are green

and the cars are few and far

days are full of splendour

and at night you can see the stars

Life's been moving oh so fast

I think we should take it slow

rest our heads upon the grass

and listen to it grow

Inside all of us is a wild thing

An art and a fortunate accident

“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.” 
 Louis de Bernières

Art never comes from happiness

Ти не се превръщай в моя муза
Ти недей, защото те са все проклети...

*** И въпреки всичко съм толкова щастлива... Въпреки всичко продължавам да вярвам в себе си, в бъдещето, в доброто и в хората... Защото понякога си струва да повярваш!

Good intent

The air turns sombre

and the night took heed...

took you on a waltz of hipocrisy

Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say