its leaves

he hit a cement block
It asks me to stay with him.
mussels, covered their backs.
It became like a clam-chernomornitsa,
sea hid their mark.
I live by anyone unheard,
disposed of its lights bogen tripod parts
And if burn countless drops,
hands from the sea to hedging
in leafy arms
its leaves
as fish eyes
Wind sprawling boy is his slingshot
to my home chases something of their own,
do not sleep and laugh and laugh ...
a tomb for them in pyramid
Sea and I
it is quick to fit.
more colorful than the wings of a kite.
Goodness
everyone. And his affection whole
They keep in their herbarium of winter
beautiful peppered us laugh
my eyes fill with color gamuts
departed Burgas Sunday
Go to Luna Park
Who stole my little, my great amusement park.
my thoughts brilliant swarm
and I want, how I could after life
1978
in poetry and painting looking for me
and everything and tried everything he saw,
Believed in the mad laughter of roosters,
Newspapers ...
Diabolical force in my holy gesture.
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Ulysses in expanding the boundaries of your comfort zone, sometimes zabryavyam to say 'thank you' and 'I love you' ... Then I get angry when my silence remains incomprehensible ... I'm changing big basket with a small comfortable bag and smile sadly .. . Well, success depends on the effort, but the effort should be lost is not a crime ... Can you feel the love? Can you hear the scream for help when some sounds just silence? Can you go down into hell for me? Can you feel the fire in my hands, the pain in my heart and horror in my eyes? Can you continue to believe in me when I have long stopped? Can you give me a hand and catch my? Can you kiss my tears to drink? bogen tripod parts Can you embrace me strongly want me? Can you look me in the eye and see me? Can you always tell the truth even when I do not want to hear it? Can you make me believe in you even when you believe in yourself? Can you be true in this fake world? Can you love me in a world filled with hate? Can you happiness to give me here and now? Can you believe bogen tripod parts in love and everything I can give you without fear? Can you say ..... Can? CAN NOT YOU Why do not exist.