O! Wanderers in the shadowed land
depair not! For though dark they stand,
all woods there be must end at last,
and see the open sun go past:
the setting sun, the rising sun,
the day's end, or the day begun.
For east or west all woods must fail...

What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?

Ami ela da mi go zakarfichish. Samo deto shte zaprilicham na zadnata koritsa na niakoy bulevarden roman.

Koyto ne iska da mu gi sravniavat, ne si gi publikuva. Ako si vadish hliaba s tiah, prestavat da bydat prosto fantasii.

С удоволствие бих ти го закарфичил. Само дето казах отпред!!! Не отзад. Само се чудя на какво ли вече приличаш отпред...

What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?

Дам, явно след като се публикува и поезията престава да бъде поезия. Книгите престават да бъдат книги. Превръщат се в един комерсиализиран боклук. Вече и Мона Лиза не е Мона Лиза, а картинка от комиксите...

What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?

Ela da me vidish. Govoria mnogo seriozno. I da ne si zabravish karfichkata.

Znaeh si az che tvoite fantazii sa istinska poezia. Hayde, izrecitiray mi gi.

Have you reckoned a thousand acres much?
Have you reckoned the Earth much?
Have you practised so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
Stop this day and night with me
And you shall possess the origin of all poems.
You shall no longer look through the eyes of the dead,
Nor feed on the spectres in books,
You shall listen to all sides
And filter them through your self.

kakvo tolkoz imash protiv McDonalds i parzenite kartofki,a?A?A?A?A?

katofkite im sa mnogo mazni.... a bylgarskata im stranica e... e vij q de. Tui tam gore e link.

ts, nqma. Ne iskam. Za6toto ako gi napravq dostoqnie nqma da sa pove4e fantazii. Ne iskam da mi razbivat fantaziite...