tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174591518214984705.post4599881866804514231..comments2023-08-01T18:04:15.544+03:00Comments on Умопомрачения: ...Ясминаhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17852026232483950835noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174591518214984705.post-81025892803564044982013-01-02T14:58:18.285+02:002013-01-02T14:58:18.285+02:00Този коментар бе премахнат от администратор на блога.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174591518214984705.post-21541706542014552792013-01-02T01:40:51.001+02:002013-01-02T01:40:51.001+02:00Този коментар бе премахнат от администратор на блога.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174591518214984705.post-52925719185574278062011-05-21T02:21:13.767+03:002011-05-21T02:21:13.767+03:00"Ду-мина" повече ми звучи като издание н..."Ду-мина" повече ми звучи като издание на Пенчо Славейков или нЕкой друг дЕдо ;)Ясминаhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17852026232483950835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174591518214984705.post-5508681296148997642011-05-20T11:25:34.437+03:002011-05-20T11:25:34.437+03:00:)
Чак книга... аз и без това мисля да се самоизд...:)<br /><br />Чак книга... аз и без това мисля да се самоиздам, когато ми дойде желанието. Ако дойде ;)<br /><br />Мисля да кръстя сборника "Word-mine" за английските и "Ду-мина" на български. На мен ми звучи тарикатско. Кошкайш? :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174591518214984705.post-87590466464740452562011-05-20T02:45:12.233+03:002011-05-20T02:45:12.233+03:00:) а тя е на Стамбето тази снимка. той е майстор н...:) а тя е на Стамбето тази снимка. той е майстор ненадминат :)<br /><br />..да звема да издам книга със стиховете ти ли.. ;)Ясминаhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17852026232483950835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174591518214984705.post-73363359897910551422011-05-20T01:29:21.088+03:002011-05-20T01:29:21.088+03:00BEHIND THE T.V. SCREEN
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Wh...BEHIND THE T.V. SCREEN<br />======================<br /><br /><br />What they hide<br /><br />behind the T.V. screen<br /><br />hollowed after midnight<br /><br />with snakes and rats<br /><br />only a state of melancholia<br /><br />can you read between the lines<br /><br /><br />Welcome to my spinning head<br /><br />of wrath and sadness<br /><br />cold moonlight winter night<br /><br />with snakes and rats<br /><br />only a state of dementia<br /><br />can you live within my heart<br /><br />lack of time call deep within<br /><br />that's what they hide<br /><br />behind the T.V. screen<br /><br /><br />To crawl in my brain<br /><br />to feel nothin' within<br /><br />deep in the dark corridors<br /><br />of my frantic kind<br /><br />I feel the thralldom come<br /><br />with all the cells of my naked body<br /><br />raved after midnight<br /><br />with snakes and rats<br /><br />the alcohol stream down my throat<br /><br />and it makes me pissed off<br /><br />in the corner with a bottle in my hand<br /><br />melancholia<br /><br />call deep within<br /><br />that's what they hide<br /><br />behind the T.V. screen<br /><br /><br />I think it's the end<br /><br />of the story called pain<br /><br />and that's the way<br /><br />it will remain<br /><br />'til the end of the world<br /><br />I love it in my brain<br /><br />to feel nothin' within<br /><br />that's what they hide<br /><br />behind the T.V. screen<br /><br /><br />I think it's the end<br /><br />of the story called pain<br /><br />and that's the way<br /><br />it will remain<br /><br />'til the end of the world<br /><br />the way I lived<br /><br />and the way I killed<br /><br />that's what they hide<br /><br />behind the T.V. screen<br /><br /><br /><br />Roman Pont 1993-1995Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174591518214984705.post-61701559426910926522011-05-20T01:15:55.109+03:002011-05-20T01:15:55.109+03:00NO TITLE
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Walking through the park
in a...NO TITLE<br />========<br /><br /><br />Walking through the park<br /><br />in a cold winter night<br /><br />footsteps break the scilence<br /><br />then pass away<br /><br /><br />Frolic through the dark<br /><br />flickering deep within<br /><br />rambling through the midnight hours<br /><br />drunkards and many others<br /><br /><br />Moonchild<br /><br />a face in the mirror<br /><br />another in my hall<br /><br />and many in the park<br /><br /><br />Many of them<br /><br />I can't see the sky<br /><br />wake me up before I fall asleep<br /><br />'til the breaking of the dawn<br /><br /><br />The cells keep watching<br /><br />and creeping from behind<br /><br />walking through the park<br /><br />frolic through the dark<br /><br /><br />Footsteps break the scilence<br /><br />then pass away<br /><br /><br /><br />Roman Pont 1993-1995Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7174591518214984705.post-23979805202353728902011-05-20T01:04:43.051+03:002011-05-20T01:04:43.051+03:00Великопепна снимка, комплимент за фотографското ти...Великопепна снимка, комплимент за фотографското ти можене. Много силна, наистина.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com