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Break down the Wall- Anouk

Мърррр

Me and myself

Vas- Feast of silence

Merry Christmas!

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дали аз закъснях или времето бързаше...

Старец на гарата в Пазарджик...

Buckethead- Aunt Suzie

hehehhe

A joke

Мечо пух мноо се напил и ходил из гората... видял една хубава гъба халюциногенна ... и вика:
- Гъбке, ще взема да те набера...
И гъбката:
- Затвори, затвори, аз ще те набера - имам много безплатни минути

Stripped- DM

Come with me
Into the trees
We'll lay on the grass
And let the hours pass

Take my hand
Come back to the land
Let's get away
Just for one day

Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone
Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone

...Useless- DM...

Azam Ali...

...Everything but the girl- Stars all seem to weep ...

Never let me down again- Depeche mode

Assemblege 23- Cocoon

Even though I know it's only chemical
These peaks and valleys are beginning to take their toll
Try to convince myself that all it takes is time
But the most derisive voice I hear is mine

It opens all the scars on me
It leaves me shaken in my belief
It takes my hand just to drag me down
It makes me a stranger in the crowd

Give me isolation just for now
I feel a hard rain coming down
I promise that I will be back soon
But for now I'll return to my cocoon

There is thunder in the distance and the sky grows gray
There is lightning in the clouds in search of prey
It's not a matter of if as much as when
The clouds will break and the rainfall will begin

It opens all the scars on me
It leaves me shaken in my belief
It takes my hand just to drag me down
It makes me a stranger in the crowd

Give me isolation just for now
I feel a hard rain coming down
I promise that I will be back soon
But for now I'll return to my cocoon

Cracks in the chrysalis spread out like tiny snakes
That hiss a litany of rumors and mistakes
But I'm afraid their cause is fraught with futility
There is nothing more that they can take from me

It opens all the scars on me
It leaves me shaken in my belief
It takes my hand just to drag me down
It makes me a stranger in the crowd

Give me isolation just for now
I feel a hard rain coming down
I promise that I will be back soon
But for now I'll return to my cocoon

Only when I lose myself- Depeche mode

...

...Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permissions of another...

Тропотът на копитата...

David :*

David :*

David :*

Barrel of a gun ... DM

Walking in my shoes... DM

I would tell you about the things
They put me through
The pain Ive been subjected to
But the lord himself would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet
Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush

Now Im not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

Youll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes

Morality would frown upon
Decency look down upon
The scapegoat fates made of me
But I promise you, my judge and jurors
My intentions couldnt have been purer
My case is easy to see

Im not looking for a clearer conscience
Peace of mind after what Ive been through
And before we talk of repentance
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

Youll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

Now Im not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

Youll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes

Now Im not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

Youll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

Rush- DM(devotional)- най-яката WOW

Walk with me
Open your sensitive mouth
And talk to me
Hold out your delicate hands
And feel me
Couldn't make any plans
To conceal me

Open your sensitive mouth
Hold out your delicate hands
With such a sensitive mouth
I'm easy to see through
When I come up
When I rush
I rush for you

Cry for you
Seen the tears
Roll down from my eyes for you
Heard my truth
Distorting to lies for you
Watched my love
Becoming a prize for you

Seen the tears in my eyes
Heard my truth turn to lies
Seen the tears in my eyes
I'm not proud of what I do
When I come up
When I rush
I rush for you

I come up to meet you
Up there somewhere
When I rush to greet you
My soul is bared

Gave more for you
Dropped my crutches
And crawled on the floor for you
Went looking behind every door for you
And because of the things
That I saw for you
I spiritually grew

When I come up
When I rush
I rush for you

Policy of truth- DM(devotional)

Halo- DM(devotional)

You wear guilt
Like shackles on your feet
Like a halo in reverse
I can feel
The discomfort in your seat
And in your head it's worse

There's a pain
A famine in your heart
An aching to be free
Can't you see
All love's luxuries
Are here for you and me

And when our worlds
They fall apart
When the walls come tumbling in
Though we may deserve it
It will be worth it

Bring your chains
Your lips of tragedy
And fall into my arms

And when our worlds they fall apart
When the walls come tumbling in
Though we may deserve it
It will be worth it

I feel you... DM(devotional)

Enjoy the silence... DM(devotional)

Personal Jesus... DM(devotional)

Waiting for the night to fall... DM

The darkest star.... DM

Enchantment...

One man's dream...

Another failed romance

""My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die...

Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance...

Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on...

Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free...""

Yanni- Nostalgia

Yanni-Prelude & Nostalgia

Beluga :)

Speed of sound

Coldplay Lyrics
Speed Of Sound Lyrics

Azam Ali :* :* :* I LOve her :)

Spring arrives

Abode

Endless reverie

Има ли приятелство след любовта,...

Има ли приятелство след любовта,
дали такова нещо съществува ?
До вчера да си любил от душа,
а че не обичаш - днес да се преструваш.

И как ще можеш със приятелски очи,
безчувствено във другия да гледаш,
а вътре всеки миг до изтощение да те гори,
желание в прегръдки да го стегнеш ?

И как ще устоиш на тези устни,
днес думички приятелски що изговарят,
от които вчера любовта си вкусвал,
и в целувки огнени си ги затварял ?

И как ще реагираш на приятелска ръка,
когато най-случайно те докосва,
довчера с ласки палила страстта,
а днес в бездействие магията й се прахосва ?

Ще може ли приятелски да бие,
довчера любило сърцето,
в усмивка болката да крие,
да премълчи за болката отнета ?

И как ли ще делиш пространство,
със този, с който вече си делил живот,
който си обичал непрестанно,
Избираш ли приятелството пред любов ?

Има ли приятелство след любовта…?

Не си отивай!

Не си отивай! Чуваш ли, не тръгвай!
Не ме оставяй сам със вечерта!
Ни себе си, ни мене не залъгвай,
че ще ни срещне някога светът!
Светът е свят! И колкото да любим,
и колкото да плачем и скърбим,
като деца в гора ще се загубим,
щом за ръце със теб не се държим.
Ще викам аз и ти ще се обръщаш-
ще стига ли до тебе моят глас!
Ще викаш ти, гласът ти ще се връща
и може би не ще го чуя аз.
И дните си така ще доживеем
във викане, във зов "Ела!Ела!",
ще оглушеем,да, ще онемеем,
ще станем глухонеми викала!
Ще се превърнем в статуи, които
една към друга вечно се зовът,
но нямат глас, но нямат слух в ушите
и нямат сили да се приближат.
Че пътища, които се пресичат,
когато някога се разделят,
като ранени змии криволичат,
но никога от тях не става път...
Не си отивай!Чуваш ли, не тръгвай!

Синева

Ти отмина (3)
Сякаш сън, сякаш сняг, сякаш дъжд,
сякаш пролет и есен, и зима...
Твойта сянка над младата ръж се изви
като кърпа синя.
Непрежалена тъжна шега като яребица се заобажда.
И една ароматна тъга почна лекичко
да те възражда.
Аз се спрях,аз се спрях и затворих очи,
вероятно да те преживея.
А душата виновно, виновно мълчи
само сянката мина през нея.
Само вятърът, вятърът вейна едва,
пиле някакво изписука.
Ах каква,ах каква синева сме забравили
някога тука.
Синева,синева...

Beautiful minds

...Stumbling over the edge of ignorance I've caught a glimpse of the divine genius...

The boy with the incredible brain- part 2

The boy with the incredible brain- part 1

Не...

Не искам да мисля,
не искам да чувствам,
не искам да виждам всички тези неща,
Не, не искам да вярвам, че светът се променя,
когато затвориш твойта врата...

I don't care who's wrong or right...

There's a pale moon in the sky
The kind you make your wishes on
Like the light in your eyes
The one I built my dreams upon
It's not there any longer
Something happened somewhere
And we both know why
But me, I'm getting stronger
We must stop pretending
I can't live this life

I hear a whisper in the air
It simply doesn't bother me
Can't you see that I don't care
Or are you you looking right through me
Seems to me that lately
You look at me the wrong way and I start to cry
Could it be that maybe
This crazy situation is the reason why

Tired of you

Foo Fighters Lyrics
Tired Of You Lyrics

RED- Pieces

Red Lyrics
Pieces Lyrics

Ecclesiastes

For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Holding on

Vangelis- Prelude

Holding on to you

Мите, за теб :)))

... Portishead- Roads...

Portishead Lyrics

... To You (you know who you are)...

Devoted to an impossible love...

...Sleepless is the night, hovering thoughts stir the darkness, stillness all around me, not a drop of hope to break the silence in a restless sigh, I'm trapped inside this vicious moment, 'cause your face is printed on my eyelids, your voice- a constant sound wave tickling my anticipating ears, I cuddle under the chilly sheets but it's your soft skin that covers me, you're all around me, your voluptuous odour's filled my pores, my veins, my bones, my self... Only one step further and I'll be lost forever in the endless depth of the abyss I'm striding forward... My love... Your love... The edge... The cutting line between two worlds- numb reality and hidden desire, I want to be in neither of them... It's freedom that my heart is craving for, To run beside you across the golden fields of autumn wheat, make love- breathless, impatient... Dive into the foaming springs of rivers, make love- shivering, unquenchable... Be one, disintegrate, come together over and over again... Vanish in thin air like the whisper of summer winds at night in the top of trees... but it's the dawn that I fear most 'cause you might disappear...

May 04,2008

Moby- Whispering Wind

Moby Lyrics
Whispering Wind Lyrics

...Yulunga...

...The Host of Seraphim...

... Dead Can Dance- "Rakim"...

...In your room...

Depeche Mode "In Your Room"

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave

Im hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave

Im hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

...Unborn...

...Devilish...

DM

...

Понякога болката става толкова голяма част от живота ти, че очакваш винаги да е там.Защото не можеш да си спомниш момент от живота си когато не е била там.Но тогава, един ден, почувстваш нещо друго.И не ти се струва редно,защото не ти е познато.И в този момент осъзнаваш, че си щастлив. Да бъдеш никой,но себе си,в свят,който прави всичко възможно,ден и нощ,да те превърне в някой друг ,означава да се биеш в най-трудната битка,в която някое човешко същество може да се бие.И за да я спечелиш, ти трябва да продължиш да се биеш, каквото и да става, каквито и трудности да изпитваш... колкото и болка да има...Нито един човек, за каквото и да е продължително време не може да е с едно лице пред себе си, и друго пред околните, без накрая да се обърка кой образ е истинския.

The Daring Thoughts of a Water Cat

I have sacrificed quite a lot for love and in both cases it has done me no good. It has only hurt me more when it's over. The empty efforts towards love and happiness. I hope I have learned now to stand on my own ground, to stop flying towards dangerous flames, for the wings of the butterfly are fragile, ephemeral. And if the flames have singed me so far, I must be only glad they didn't destroy me. In this sense, I'm a lucky butterfly. I should not look for flames anymore, but rather for another butterfly willing to meet me in the half-way, so that we share the distance, both actual and spiritual, and combine our ephemeral wings in eternal love, if such a phenomenon is still possible this day and age.

By Veselina Katsarova (my sister)...

PISCES - The Partner for Life

Caring and kind. Smart. Center of attention. Messy at times and irresponsible! Smart but lazy. High appeal. Has the last word. Good to find, hard to keep. Passionate, wonderful lovers. Fun to be around. Too trusting at times and gets hurt easily. Lover of animals. VERY caring, make wonderful nurses or doctors. They always try to do the right thing sometimes get the short end of the stick. They sometimes get used by others and hurt because of their trusting. Extremely weird but in a good way. Good Sense of Humor!!! Thoughtful. Always gets what he or she wants. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet. Good friend to other but need to be choosy on who they allow their friends to be.

...What does happiness mean to you?...

...The worth of a smile...

...Arthur Schopenhauer...

All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.

...Indian tunes...

... From " A Confederacy of Dunces" by John Kennedy Toole

"...So we see that even when Fortuna spins us downward, the wheel sometimes halts for a moment and we find ourselves in a good, small cycle within the larger bad cycle. The universe, of course, is based upon the principle of the circle within the circle. At the moment, I am in an inner circle. Of course, smaller circles within this circle are also possible."

...Azam Ali...

Azam Ali...
Listen to her gorgeous music at http://myspace.com/azamali

...One last time...

Is it so hard to believe our hearts
Are made to be broken by love
That in constant dying lies
The beauty of it all
My darling won't you feel
The sweet heaven in
Our endless cry

Oh at least you could try
For this one last time

So amazed how bright are the flames
We are burning in
Ever smiled at the tragedies
We hold inside
My darling won't you cherish
The fear of life that keeps
You and me so alive

Oh at least you could try
For this one last time
It could be alright
For this one last time

Oh at least you could try
(and we just will be closer)
For this one last time
(let me fall into your arms)
It could be alright
(don't let us grow colder)
For this one last time
(let me close to your heart)

Oh at least you could try
(and before it's over)
For this one last time
(let me fall into your arms)
It could be alright
(before it's all over)
For this one last time
(let me close to your heart)

...Outrunning time...

Hector Javier Ramirez

Hector Javier Ramirez

...Всичко било е насън...

Топли, влажни устни, жадни да ги вкуся,
сливахме дъха си толкова много пъти.
Няма да допусна да съм нежелана,
няма да те пусна, няма и да остана.

Може би любовта ми те плаши,
а може би ти си избягал от нея
щом близо си бил и преди.
Теб ли нежно докосвах,
а може би всъщност не съм
или всичко било е насън
или бе само полъх на парфюм?

Или всичко било е насън

Целуни ме със устни прохладни,
по-сладки от мед,
дай ми нежна отрова,
но не и прегръдки от лед.
Искам с теб да избягам,
но с мен ще избягаш ли ти?
Всеки път ли се криеш
поне този път остани.
Кой изтръгна крилете
от крехките ти рамене?
Нека аз те обичам поне...

Исках с теб да избягам,
но с мен ще избягаш ли ти?
Исках с теб да избягам,
но с мен ще избягаш ли ти?
Исках с теб да избягам,
но с мен ще избягаш ли ти?

...Както преди...

Всичко в един, единствен ден
исках да разбереш за мен.
Всичко и нищо за мен.
Колко ли трябва да знаеш -
аз не съм това. Може би там
и тогава друга е била.

Всичко в един, единствен ден
исках да разбереш за мен.
Всичко и нищо за мен.
Колко ли в нас ще остане
тази свобода? Може би там
и тогава друга съм била.

Колко още трябва да говоря,
да рисувам себе си по памет?
Колко още трябва да се моля -
мисли за мен както преди.
Колко още трябва да говоря,
да рисувам себе си по памет?
Колко още трябва да се моля -
мисли за мен както преди.

Всичко в един, единствен ден
исках да разбереш за мен...

Колко ли трябва да знаеш -
аз не съм това. Може би там
и тогава друга съм била.

Колко още трябва да говоря,
да рисувам себе си по памет?
Колко още трябва да се моля -
мисли за мен както преди.
Колко още трябва да говоря,
да рисувам себе си по памет?
Колко още трябва да се моля -
мисли за мен както преди.

...Coraline...

See you there
And I wonder how and why
I'm here I see her there

Always wanted
Always wanted someone who'd
Pay me attention
Oh well now I've got it
So why do I feel so alone?

We are small but we are many
We are many we are small
We were here before you rose
And we will be here when you fall

Inside her eyes
There's nothing
But a face
No complexion and no life
Even though I can't see
What she's thinking
I can tell
Somehow I see her there

We have teeth and we have tails
We have tails and we have eyes
We were here before you fell
and we will be here when you rise

Other mother
See me cry
Have pity
All I want is to be at home

There's nothing
there

Nature's kingdom

moon beauty to live and to love
in delirious bitter gardens
the vision floods under the mind sky
night breaths, whispering symphony
after a blood sun storm
love light relieves
with a goddess and a dream
in sleep's misty shade
with a goddess and a dream
i lie beneath imaginary worlds
sing a true moment, recall a trip
no language can heave through life
like an ache, a sense, the blinding wind
making believe that if there's a sandstorm
you'll come and rescue me
help me find my way back to the waking world
with a goddess and a dream
in sleep's misty shade
i lie beneath worlds imaginary
with a goddess and a dream
in sleep's misty shade
i'm going out to meet an old friend
the desert knows we are strangers
until the sands of time see through our eyes
we could be lost perhaps forever
but there's space in the air
and it's ages till sunrise

Three Days Grace

"I Hate Everything About You"

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven’t missed you yet

Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet

Only when I stop to think about it

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

...Don't know which way to go...

...Keane- Bedshaped...

Many's the time I ran with you down
The rainy roads of our old town
Many the lives we lived in each day
And buried all together
Don't laugh at me
Don't look away

You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped and legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know

I know you think I'm holding you down
And I've fallen by the wayside now
And I don't understand the same things as you
But I do

Don't laugh at me
Don't look away

You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped, two legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know

And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know

...Спомен...

...Качих се в дървената лодка,
към перления залез да отплувам,
но вятърът не я помръдна,
проядени са й платната,
от истините закъснели...

...Bent- Swollen...

With you in my garden
its more peaceful inside
I don’t need anything else
to make me feel alive

You electrify me
And I want to be in your arms
for always
for always

Our love is swollen
Made of the quietest shade of loud
Holds me like an anchor
Floats just like a cloud

...Something identifies you...

"Something identifies you with the one going away from you, and it is the common capacity of returning; hence your greatest burden.

Something separates you from the one who stays with you, and it is the common slavery of parting; hence your smallest joys."

...Crescent....

"Day and night, whether you are awake or asleep, there is somewhere in the world a being who is feverish and wakeful and waits for you, it is in vain that you try not to think of her, for you no longer dwell in yourself but in her..."

...I am going to speak of hope...

I do not suffer this pain as Cesar Vallejo. I do not hurt now as an artist, as a man or even as a mere living being. I do not suffer this pain as a Catholic, as a Muslim, nor as an atheist. Today I simply suffer. Were my name not Cesar Vallejo, I would suffer this same pain. Were I not an artist I would still suffer it. Were I not a man or even a living being, I would still suffer it. Were I not Catholic, atheist, Muslim, I would still suffer it. Today I suffer from deep down. Today I simply suffer.

I hurt today inexplicably. My pain is so deep it had no cause nor did it lack a cause. What would its cause be? Where is that thing so important that it would cease to be its cause? Nothing caused it; nothing has stopped being its cause. Why has this pain been born, all by its own? My pain comes from the north wind and from the south wind, as those neutral eggs that some strange birds hatch from the wind. Had my girlfriend died, my pain would be the same. Had they cut my head clean off my neck, my pain would be the same. Were life, in short, some other way, my pain would be the same. Today I suffer from higher up. Today I simply suffer.

I see the starving man’s pain and see his hunger move so distant from my own suffering, that if I fasted to death, at least a blade of grass would sprout from my tomb. The same for the man in love. How begotten his blood compared to mine, without source or consumption!

Until now I believed everything in this universe was inevitably a father or a son. But the fact is that today my pain is neither a father nor a son. It does not have enough back to night-fall, as it has more than enough chest to dawn. Placed in a dark room it would shed no light, and placed in a bright one, it would cast no shadow.

And in this heart that has had no cause nor lacked one;in this heart without back or chest, without state or name, without sourse or consumption, hope is unthinkable, and what's even sadder - alas, such an upward fall! - how I ache my pain already.

Cesar Vallejo

...Някога преди...

Слънцето изгря, слънцето се скри,
а под него - нищо ново.
Ние сме сега нашите мечти от някога преди.
Ние сме сега нашите мечти,
но дали сме по-щастливи...
Ние сме сега нашите мечти.

Каквото е било, то е и сега,
и каквото пак ще бъде.
Вече е било, някога преди.

За теб не знам, но аз бях сам
почти през всички тези дни.
Дали и Ти за мен не си
живял някога преди?

Колко съм раздал, колко съм отнел, времето ще заличи...
Но никой не успя в мен да промени твоите черти.

Гледам се сега, някак отстрани,
времето по мен личи.
Всичко се мени, а Ти?

За теб не знам, но аз бях сам
почти през всички тези дни.
Дали и Ти за мен не си
живял някога преди?

И никой като Теб... няма като Теб!
И аз и ти не сме тук случайно.
Няма никой като теб,
и аз не съм със Теб случайно...

...nothing...

"nothing.
now that I have nothing
I resolve to be nothing.
nothing to harm me, nothing to gain."

...Revelation...

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

Douglas Adams

'He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it. '
Douglas Adams

Douglas Adams

'For a moment, nothing happened.Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.'
Douglas Adams

...A holy creation...

...Stillness...

... Anticipation...

...Haunted...

...Empty...

...Agony...

...Determined...

...Close...

..Disillusioned...

...Dead roses...

...Silence...