Бялата дама
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Бялата дама
Вероятно
- просто -
истината е добре скрита
някъде по трасето на един
пътнически влак.
Бялата дама,
облечена в одеждите
на моята войнственост –
Бялата дама,
която не знае
да се предаде ли или да се бие.
Истината
- банално -
че те обичам,
както никого досега
и както никога вече –
въпреки предвидимото настъпване
на ледниковия период...
09.04.2002
София
Who does not love too much, does not love enough - Pascal
- просто -
истината е добре скрита
някъде по трасето на един
пътнически влак.
Бялата дама,
облечена в одеждите
на моята войнственост –
Бялата дама,
която не знае
да се предаде ли или да се бие.
Истината
- банално -
че те обичам,
както никого досега
и както никога вече –
въпреки предвидимото настъпване
на ледниковия период...
09.04.2002
София
Who does not love too much, does not love enough - Pascal
Re: someone to say hi to
Hello world,
Oh I'm sorry this is yours
I thought it was my abode
This thing you call pleasure
Coupled with sweat
UNdulation
Throbbing
Penetration
Celebration
Forgive me
to vidid
a bit too fast.
Slow down,
Let me contemplate
While you recessitate
Your legs,
To sinews of sensation
Pathways to a constellation,
Promising elation,
Heaving like the rise and fall of a tide,
By normality I shall not abide,
Expectations of smooth moves,
Followed by nasty grooves,
To an unheard rhythm within the dark,
This journey we chose to embark,
More than you bargained for,
I thought not.
Wake to find me in anticipation
Of the next undertaking.
My thirst
You believe not yet quenched.
I careen your every inch.
Your thirst thrice realized
Like a coming sunrise.
We soar like Cee-Lo
World excuse us while we kiss the sky,
Because these wings that we were given were intended to fly
Your eyes explode opne like the burst of a nova,
As I slide inside,
As if that was some surprise
Red channels from down my back,
Liek some raptor had made its attack.
I contract
Making the overtaking upon my bastion,
Beyond that of reality
Incurring a flood
Within the valley of man's beginning.
Mdam, takiva mi ti raboti...
Oh I'm sorry this is yours
I thought it was my abode
This thing you call pleasure
Coupled with sweat
UNdulation
Throbbing
Penetration
Celebration
Forgive me
to vidid
a bit too fast.
Slow down,
Let me contemplate
While you recessitate
Your legs,
To sinews of sensation
Pathways to a constellation,
Promising elation,
Heaving like the rise and fall of a tide,
By normality I shall not abide,
Expectations of smooth moves,
Followed by nasty grooves,
To an unheard rhythm within the dark,
This journey we chose to embark,
More than you bargained for,
I thought not.
Wake to find me in anticipation
Of the next undertaking.
My thirst
You believe not yet quenched.
I careen your every inch.
Your thirst thrice realized
Like a coming sunrise.
We soar like Cee-Lo
World excuse us while we kiss the sky,
Because these wings that we were given were intended to fly
Your eyes explode opne like the burst of a nova,
As I slide inside,
As if that was some surprise
Red channels from down my back,
Liek some raptor had made its attack.
I contract
Making the overtaking upon my bastion,
Beyond that of reality
Incurring a flood
Within the valley of man's beginning.
Mdam, takiva mi ti raboti...