Wednesday, October 22, 2008

I still catch the smell of musk
On the bed we slept in

But my fingers have their memory
They remember every line

And my mouth had never tasted
Anything more delicious

Whispering back
When I heard your whispers

I looked into your eyes
They were wide open.

My sixth sense tells me
This is no coincidence.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Random photos from last weekend

It's a nice day for fishing in Pomorie...


La Luna:


Sunset through the bus window.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Some more poetry

Maybe a bit awk but here it goes:


I like my clothing label-free
I'll dress simple or stylish or bold
Do I care a sweater's not Cashmere
If all I need is to be warm

I eat food; I don't eat cuisine
I don't care as long as I am hungry
I don't take advice from magazines
What do they know about living

Love can't be quantified or rated
You can't buy feelings at the mall
There's no discount on being hated
Look in your shopping bag - there is nothing inside.
Nothing at all.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Some poetry

Addicted to your words
Like a bookworm on speed
I wait till dawn to get my fix

When I cannot remember
The smell and the taste
Sentences become my senses

But distance is not relevant
If you can get inside my head
With the beauty of your tongue

And I cling to every word
Like there is
Nothing else to hold on to.
 
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