Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
World For Two
Friday, October 4, 2013
Monday, September 30, 2013
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Woman In Art - part 3
Woman In Art - part
3
In impenetrable fog -
concealed life
and quiet is.
unearthly quiet and
lonely ...
Only silver frost
the cold winter tenderness
reminds ...
Smoke On The Water
Smoke On
The Water :) ...!!!
sigh
beginning
or end
something sweet
lingering
in my dream fragile
through pain
sigh ... or a moment of
comfort
in illusion
for love ephemeral
and true
Friday, July 26, 2013
Friday, June 28, 2013
In Gloom ...
in gloom ...
magic with mystery suppressed
cobwebs in the moonlight
shadows of bright captures ...
and shine
Beyoncé - Diva - lyrics
I'm a, a
diva, hey
I'm a,
I'm a, a diva, hey
I'm a,
I'm a, a diva, hey
I'm a,
I'm a, a diva
Na, na,
na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a
hustla, of a, of a hustla
Na, na,
na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a
hustla, of a, of a hustla
Stop the
track, let me state facts
I told
you give me a minute and I'll be right back
Fifty
million round the world
And they
said that I couldn't get it
I done
got so sick and filthy with Benji's, I can't spend
How you
gone be talkin' shit?
You act
like I just got up in it
Been the
number one diva in this game for a minute
I know
you read the paper
The one
that they call a queen
Every
radio round the world know me
'Cause
that's where I be
I'm a,
I'm a, a diva, hey
I'm a,
I'm a, a diva
I'm a,
I'm a, a diva, hey
I'm a,
I'm a
Na, na,
na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a
hustla, of a, of a hustla
Na, na,
na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a
hustla, of a, of a hustla
When he
pull up, wanna pop my hood up
Bet he
better have a six pack in the cooler
Getting
money, divas getting money
If you
ain't getting money then you ain't got nothing for me
Tell me
somethin' where your boss at?
Where my
ladies up in there that like to talk back
I wanna
see ya, I'd like to meet cha
What you
said, she ain't no diva
Na, na,
na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a
hustla, of a, of a hustla
Na, na,
na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a
hustla, of a, of a hustla
Since
fifteen in my stilettos been struttin' in this game
What's
your age? Was the question they asked when I hit the stage
I'm a
diva, best believe her, you see her, she getting paid
She
ain't callin' him to greet her, don't need him, her bed's made
This is
a stick up, stick up
I need
them bags, uh, that money
A stick
up, stick up
You see
them ask, where that money?
All my
ladies get it up
I see
you, I do the same
Take it
to another level
No
passengers on my plane
I'm a, a
diva, hey
I'm a,
I'm a, a diva, hey
I'm a,
I'm a, a diva, hey
I'm a,
I'm a, a diva
This is
a stick, up stick up
I need
them bags, uh, that money
Stick
up, stick up
You see
them ask where that money
Na, na,
na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a
hustla, of a, of a hustla
Na, na,
na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a
hustla, of a, of a hustla
I'm a,
I'm a, a diva, I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a,
I'm a, a diva, I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a,
I'm a, a diva, I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a,
I'm a, a diva, I'm a, I'm a, a diva, hey
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Friday, October 12, 2012
Memory
опитвам се...
с бялото на съня да те дишам,
в предчувствие с нежност облечено
да разлистя сърцето ти,
неизживяното глътка по глътка
в онази безкрайна целувка
с тръпнеща жажда за теб
от устните ти топли
да отпия...
опитвам се...
Bridge
боса съм...
на пръсти тичам,
не зная накъде
само знам,
че надалече...
в шепите ми плаче
не зная накъде
само знам,
че надалече...
в шепите ми плаче
тъжно светлината,
а някой мост ми прави
а някой мост ми прави
с обич във очите...
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Unknown woman
Не успя да се научи на това,
да е послушна, кротка свита...
Като цвете е- не вирее на студа,
като стихия бясна -
след себе си помита...
Бледа, слаба, лаконична,
изплетена от лен-
страстна, лаконична.
От дълбините й извира
стихия, а с алена премяна,
изглежда мила и лежерна,
а е толкова коварна...
С властен поглед подлудява,
с нежни ръце обгръща,
много силна е и много слаба,
а уж винаги една и съща.
Като вятър се разстила-
разпилява световете,
като огън пари, а жарава
никога във нея не остава.
Като океан поглъща и затрива,
а усмивката й -слъце
и най-студеното сърце стопява...
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