Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

07 September 2010

Лято в буркан за зимата

Това е моето лято, такова, каквото искам да го запазя. Не беше прекрасно лято. Но имаше прекрасни моменти, и те съдържат есенцията, духа на лятото, цветовете, от които ще имам нужда, когато всичко е твърде снежнобяло (и облачносиво, мрън). Не-прекрасната страна на лятото не е нещо, за което си струва да се пишат постове. Затова ще си направя един буркан, пълен с лято, такова, каквото искам да бъде -

обвеяно от морския вятър...



... и цялото мокро от вълните (с дрехите)...



... спиращо дъха...



... горещо и прохладно...



... ухаещо на трева и с ритъм на музика...



... трънливо и полянесто...



... нежно...



... с дъх на бели рози...



... хвъркатичко...



... и естествено, пълно с глупави идеи...





... и хора, които обичам...





... и неистово кикотене. xD



И дебели, мръсни, автентични улични котараци като този - те придават атмосфера, пък и ги има много в Бургас. =D



Е не съм ли непоносимо сантиментална?... xD

10 June 2010

On the Morning Dew

At the border of the plain where suddenly the forest dies
On the first day of the season
When the moon will shine full in the sky
I will wait for you there bathed by a magic light
I will wait, I will pray for this moment to become alive
For this night I will see you as an elf clad in leaves
You are going to see myself the fairy of your secret dreams
Even if all this belongs to worlds of fantasy
For this time, only tonight everything is fair, belongs to me
One night fantasy...

Live my every breath, my every touch, my every single sigh
Seizing hold of every glance
As the day's passing by begins a wonderful sight
Dancing on the morning dew, the dawn has come only for you
I look up at the sky for the stars to be my guide
At the border of the plain where suddenly the forest dies
On the first day of the season
When the moon will shine full in the sky
I waited for you there bathed by a magic light
I have waited, I have prayed and this moment has become alive
One night fantasy...

Live my every breath, my every touch, my every single sigh
Seizing hold of every glance
As the day's passing by begins a wonderful sight
Dancing on the morning dew, the dawn has come only for you
I look up at the sky for the stars to be my guide

04 June 2010

Спешно се нуждая от кафе и прегръдка.

Хей, аз съм старата аз. Тази, дето живееше до Морската, сутрин слушаше гларусите докато вървеше към училище по Богориди, и дето можеше да остане будна и да дочака слънцето, без от това да боли. И дето пишеше стихове на онези листи със сините и розови редове, никога преди полунощ. И морето. И моста. И сутрините с вятъра, и как исках и аз да го погаля, и светлото небе. И лебедите оня път като тичахме. Спомних си. Няма вече да се върна, не и наистина.

Сега никакви стихове. Никакви.
Кога спрях да пиша на онези листчета?

Звуча... Меланхолично ли, носталгично ли... Малко заспало ли... Хм.

Искам кафе. Дълго кафе без захар.

29 May 2010

More Rubbish

Well well well. No more song lyrics for a while. xD
I thought there were no more of my pitiful attempts from last year, but I found one more - the most pitiful...


* * *

eyes full of rain
there's nothing to gain
but so much to lose
what do you choose?
to rain, rain, rain, rain
'till you drown all the pain
or wait, wait, wait, wait
'till it becomes so late
that you can no longer sleep
nor can you weep
and then you will wait
'till you lose all the faith
that a morning would come...

... but you'll then see the sun.


Okay, now I think this was the last one (in English).

02 May 2010

Memories of Snow

In the mood for writing in English.
So...
I was looking at my old stuff (old stuff = rubbish from last year) and found a couple of things I thought I wanted to post. The order is chronological, as far as I can remember.


when

when the sunrays of summer were fire
that burned the skin to the flesh
and golden eyes, painfully tired
stared up, sleeplessly red
when no one was there to save you
and you, all alone, just lay down
needing to breathe but afraid to
and quietly wishing to cry
i was somewhere, hopelessly searching
didn't know i was looking for you
while you lay there, alone in the sunshine,
under the summer sky, painfully blue


Frozen

The fire burned the autumn leaves
And winter comes with storms.
Fly along with the cold wind
Over the fields of snow
The sun left earth without its shine
Under cold steel clouds.
The frozen breath of snowy skies
Envelopes the winter's heart
Blinded by the white storm, eyes
Look with empty gaze.
Hands bounded by the heavy ice
Grip tight to stop the pain
Snow falls like silky curtains
Down from the silent sky.
Endless cold white circles
Are drawn by winter's cries


These two are the only ones that could go on here without me spending a couple of hours editing them.

And just some fragment of I don’t know what… It could make a nice story if I developed the idea some more…


For a moment in the dark, I existed only as the twisted reflection of a shadow, until the rain washed it from the window. The next minute or eon all that was left was the memory of my touch on the glass, as I stood still and waited. Nothing happened.

I breathed again.



P.S. I’ll post the other stuff too when I edit it. If I find all of it. I feel like posting everything, even though I’m not sure I will…