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majstorce62 напиша: РОЗА Поминав крај контениерот со старо губре И видов: некој фрлил тукушто расцутена роза во него. Сакав да ја земам розата, да ја зачувам од свенот предвремен, но таа веќе го попримила мирисот на ѓубрето. Или, пак, тој што ја фрлил навреме ја увидел аномалијата во нејзините гени.

....АЈ БЕ НЕ ЗЕЗАЈ,ТУКУШТО ПОСТИРАВ ЕДНА РОЗА....

Quentin...BRAVO...me naezi !

Glumec


Vrati se na scenata,
Tamu ti pripagas,
stavi ja maskata so tazno lice,
Izlezi pred publikata,
Kazi go monologot,
Obrati mu se na angelot,
Izigraj ja ulogata na dusa napatena,
Povtorno pogresno sfatena,
Kazi deka so tebe jas preteruvav,
Veruvaj, onoj koj ne te znae,ti veruva
A potoa klekni na kolena,
Zboruvaj za zelbata neostavrena,
Neka pocnat solzi po tvoeto lice da pagaat,
Pa neka se zatemni svetloto,da pocnat da sfakaat,
Da socuvstvuvaat lugeto so tebe,so tvojata maka,
Pa nadopolni go momentot so replikata,
A jas tolku mnogu ja sakav,
Tivko vo pozadina neka odi ljubovna muzika,
Nie nemavme nasa pesna,no nevazno,najdi nekoja.
Ne zaboravaj da kazes,sum ti bila prva ljubov,
Ovde ke pocne cela publika da place,toa ke bide vrvot,
Nekade pred krajot,zemi go vinoto i pocni da pies,
Kazi im deka taka probuvas bolkata da ja skries,
Pa stani,pokloni se so nasmevka blaga,
Bladogaram sto slusavte za mojata taga,
Site ke bidat na noze i golem aplauz za tebe,
Ti ke bides herojot,a ke me mrazat mene,
Pa i toa ti bese celta zar ne ?

Moira fala ti mnogu ... i jas te obozavam tebe znaesh ;)

Tamawa напиша: An ironical story… Running thru the forest I saw a litle house of wood.It seemed like noone was living in it and so I came closer.I could smell the food that was cooking on the fire.The door was half opened, so I took the liberty to go in without being invited.I walked in and saw a woman cowered with a blanked, sitting on a chair.Funny, she didn’t look surpriced.I asked her: Is it ok,that I came in?! She said nothing.Silence.That’s strange.I said: What’s your name ?! Again she didn’t say anything …now I was surprised.I stared a while at her face and analyzed it. She looked like she was in her fifties or so, she had a face of a tired old lady, and her eyes were so distant, unfullfiled.Than she took a pen and a paper and started writing something.I was waiting pationtly.When she finished writing, she passed the paper to me.This is what it was on it : “I have tears in my eyes, I have fears in my dreams, I have walls of great depression, I have everything I need. I have ironical smiles inside, I have lies but I can not lie, I have a little magic in my fingertips, And I don’t want to talk to you,it’s hard mooving my lips. Isn’t my life just perfect this way, Why don’t you admit, you want to be me, Isn’t my life just perfect this way, Haha, now let me cry alone and leave. I have poetry in the scrapbook I have dark eyes and maybe strange look, I have some nasty things in my head And no f**kin one in my bed. I have nicotine inside me a lot, I have bottle of alcohol that I don’t know when I bought, I have no family or friend of any kind And problem with my sight, I may go blind. I have only a cat, may she be blesed, I have memory loss from the past stupidness , I have part of someone else’s brain on my head, And didn’t even ask why is he dead. Isn’t my life just perfect this way, Why don’t you admit, you want to be me, Isn’t my life just perfect this way, Haha, now let me cry alone and leave. I have an imagination that goes far, I have a big soul and in there a scar, I have 37 years and nothing that I’m proud of That’s why I asking you to f**k off . “ OMG I was stunned.Took the paper and walked backwards.She was smiling and crying at same damn time.Banged the door behind me and started runing as hell.God who is this woman?! God just help me run faster. Please God, just help me run faster.

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