<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:49:12.255+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nqkoi..nqkoga..nqkyde</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-110121776326218194</id><published>2004-11-23T15:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T15:55:13.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Den III-ti</title><content type='html'>No defakto broeneto zapochva ot dnes..&lt;br /&gt;Den I-vi: Ochakvam neshto da se sluchi..otvarqm..zatvarqm..leko chuvstvo na symnenie se prokradva..nqma nishto..opitvam se da zapochna sedmicata na visoki oboroti zashtoto v protiven sluchai moga da q otpisha..syzdavam haos okolo men..podrejdam go..trudno sybiram mislite si..stroqvam gi i im zapovqdvam da marshiruvat v takt inache gi zaplashvam s vremenen amok. Spravqm se i tozi pyt..mislq si che v posledno vreme mi e dosta trudno da gi dyrja na edno nivo, da gi dyrja sybrani..ostarqvam li?..Obajda se klient..iska oferta..gotovo otvryshtam az..pak sme v pravilniq kolovoz i vsichko izglejda taka udobno poznato..ne zabelqzvam kak edna misyl se otkysva ot stroq i pobqgva v strani..dalech ot sytvorqvaneto na neustoima oferta..:)..ticha kym edna vrata na koqto dnes sym slojila tabela "Vhod zabranen"..a zad neq sym opakovala v kashoni i oblepila s novo cvetno tikso..irc, hora ot irc i emocii svyrjani s tqh...Egati misylta-sprintior..dokato se usetq i tq beshe nadniknala v kashona s nadpis cheren (narisuvah i cherep i kosti za da se samoplasha) IRC..i..zapochna da raste..raste..raste..drugite mi misli izvednyj popadnaha v mygla i ..nqmashe kak..otvorih prozoreca na mirc-a..pochti poluchih zritelna haliucinaciq ochakvaiki da vidq izpisaniqt s cherveno nick ..no..uvi..Togava misylta-Syvest hvanata pod ryka s misylta- Beznadejnost (syvsem za secunda se zachudih..tezi pyk ot koga stanaha pyrvi priqtelki?!?) se dokretaha do vratata..i..behse mi dostatychno. Hvanah onazi malkata ..zaradi koqto se podvedoh..izhvyrlih q navyn..zakliuchih vratata sys sedem katinara..kliuchovete si zakachih na vrata kato totemna ogyrlica, koqto da napomnq za tova koeto kriq..i vdignala gordo glava podminah onezi dvete..kato pochti im izkreshtqh.."A vie kakvo zqpate"..zastanah nai-otpred na sybranite otnovo i se zalovihme za rabota..pod napevniq ritym na druga misyl, koqto povtarqshe v unes "Koncentraciq, koncentraciq, koncentraciq"..o..da..pochti shtqh da zabravq..edna mynichka vse oshte misyl, no s izgledi za golqmo bydeshte misylta-"vreme" se promykna i mi nashepna.."ne se trevoji! Ostavat samo 27 dni. Tvoqt Big Brother shte byde dalech po kratichyk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-110121776326218194?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/110121776326218194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/110121776326218194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/11/den-iii-ti.html' title='Den III-ti'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-110061261489180456</id><published>2004-11-16T15:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T15:43:34.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>..za da ne ostana po-nazad:)</title><content type='html'>Vinagi vsichko e nqkakyv vid systezanie , ponqkoga s protivnik, ponqkoga sys samata sebe si:) Chuvstvam se dobre!:)..ehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-110061261489180456?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/110061261489180456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/110061261489180456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/11/za-da-ne-ostana-po-nazad.html' title='..za da ne ostana po-nazad:)'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-109990886250519810</id><published>2004-11-08T11:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T12:17:18.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eто..направих го. Сега може ли да върнем времето назад, моля?</title><content type='html'>Преди деня, преди ноща&lt;br /&gt;преди седмица една-&lt;br /&gt;или месец, може би и два,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;случайно или не съвсем,&lt;br /&gt;щастлив, но не и заслепен,&lt;br /&gt;преминах тихичко във плен&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;на една изгубена мечта,&lt;br /&gt;невинна и виновна - да,&lt;br /&gt;но вливаща се във кръвта,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;като огън в сплав от мед,&lt;br /&gt;разтапяща го като лед&lt;br /&gt;и сякаш в грешен словоред,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;забравило от щастие да бди,&lt;br /&gt;препуснало в галоп , уви,&lt;br /&gt;без да има кой да каже "спри",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;изгубих си сърцето нейде там&lt;br /&gt;и от сега увито в целофан&lt;br /&gt;тупти в предсмъртния си блян.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Това не е за мен. Направих го заради теб, защото ти така искаше. Дано си доволен!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109990886250519810?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/feeds/109990886250519810/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992747&amp;postID=109990886250519810' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109990886250519810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109990886250519810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/11/e.html' title='Eто..направих го. Сега може ли да върнем времето назад, моля?'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-109939477796895452</id><published>2004-11-02T13:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T13:26:17.966+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaji mi..</title><content type='html'>Kaji mi kak, kaji zashto&lt;br /&gt;kato padnalo listo,&lt;br /&gt;izgarqsh i zalqzvash ti&lt;br /&gt;i nakraq trygvash, no uvi&lt;br /&gt;ostavat spomenite vpiti,&lt;br /&gt;kato kanari zabiti&lt;br /&gt;v mislite mi sbiti - strofi malki, neotkriti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moga da svikna..da..moga..radvam se che syzdavam spomeni, che sym chast ot tqh i che vse pak ostavam v nechii misli do tolkova che da vdyhnovqt syzdavaneto na tova stihche!:)..Tova e po-lichno i tuk po-skoro bih mogla da priema che az sym inspirirala..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109939477796895452?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109939477796895452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109939477796895452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/11/kaji-mi.html' title='Kaji mi..'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-109750137928741503</id><published>2004-10-11T16:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T16:29:39.286+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zashto, kak i kyde..useshtam che moga, trypne vsichko, mislite hvyrchat, hormonite si pravqt kupon za moq smetka, a adrenalina miskacha i spada kato che se vozi na svryhzvukov asansior..Useshtam go..shte iztriq vsichko - tova pochti ne bqh az..daje ne moga da sybera sila da go procheta..Ne haresvam tova koeto se krie v men i tova, koeto s malko staranie moje da se izvede ot men. Ne moga da precenq veche dali go ima, ili prosto go vzimam nazaem, obrabotvam go, pridavam mu nov,moi obraz i go vryshtam bez da si davam smetka za posledicite koito vodqt sled sebe si vsqka izrechena ili napisana duma..Izglejdam kato dominantna, no vsyshtnost ne sym. A moje bi v deistvitelnost sym mnogo poveche ot tova koeto izglejdam...Ostavq se da misli che sym, t.e gradi falshiv obraz za men..i tova ne go pritesnqva, no pritesnqva men, zashtoto shte ochakva da se pripokriq s predstavite mu, a az nqma da moga, a i neiskam..Tova ne sym az!..ili sym..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shte se razocharova, az shte go razocharovam i ot tova me e strah..Zashto dyrja da poluchavam odobrenie vinagi?!..Eto tuk sym uqzvima, a ne zashtoto sym misleshta..Podcenqvam se..ili po-skoro mai se razpilqvam neprekysnato..kato jivak..Imam momenti na cqlost, pylnota i mig sled tova chasticite ot men se razpryskvat v posoki..sqkash otblyskvani s magnit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zashto izpitvam nujda da pravq vsichko tova..komu e nujno?!Jivqla sym bez..do sega, zashto izpitvam nujda fanatichna da go izpitam sega? Kyde, kyde se krie otgovora? Znam che e vytre v men..no kyde po dqvolite? Vinagi tyrsq slojni obqsneniq, a otgovora veroqtno e po-prstichyk ot otgovora na zadachata"Kolko pravi 1+1". Sqkash otkazvam da vidq istinskata svetlina..privlechena ot silata na neonovite lampi..Istinata e che mnogo, mnogo mi vliqe..deistva mi kato katalizator. Moje da me ogyne kogato si posika, no ne znae che ne moje da me prechupi. Az sym silnata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ne mislq che shtqhme da se razbirame prekarsno ako bqhme na edno i syshto mqsto. Az sym ogyn..a vodata bqga ot nego..i vypreki vsichko go chuvstvam blizyk. Znam che i toi me chuvstva taka..Poznavame se ot kolko..4 god. veche.. Vqrno che obshtuvaneto e samo pismeno, no pyk tolkova mnogo neshta sme si kazali..znaem edin za drug i prodyljavame da nauchavame..no vse pak si ostava 'moqta tiha ludost"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...shteshe da kaje "..mnogo go mislish"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109750137928741503?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109750137928741503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109750137928741503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-109713029360915497</id><published>2004-10-07T09:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T09:24:53.610+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Smqh:))</title><content type='html'>Кога навън замърчи &lt;br /&gt;и снежец захвърчи, &lt;br /&gt;ти към мазата затърчи &lt;br /&gt;винцЕ си наточИ, &lt;br /&gt;но глава да не бучи &lt;br /&gt;със мезе се научи, &lt;br /&gt;тъй - тиганче да цвърчи &lt;br /&gt;със яйца на очи &lt;br /&gt;и с подложка, дет мучи, &lt;br /&gt;та корем да не звучи, &lt;br /&gt;като гайда как ручи. &lt;br /&gt;Хубаво се насмучи, &lt;br /&gt;после хич не се мъчи, &lt;br /&gt;а с искрящите очи &lt;br /&gt;от памидови лъчи &lt;br /&gt;до легло се довлечи,  ц&lt;br /&gt;елувка ти и закичИ, &lt;br /&gt;да не ти бръмчи...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109713029360915497?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109713029360915497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109713029360915497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/10/smqh.html' title='Smqh:))'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-109706659843197500</id><published>2004-10-06T15:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T15:45:19.713+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ne se syrdq</title><content type='html'>Ne se syrdq..ne sym srydlivo syshtestvo..ostavqm takova vpechatlenie, no to e pogreshno..Imah mnogo rabota do sega..Sega sym on..no ti si off..iskam da vqrvam che ne sym te zasegnala i che ti ot tvoq strana ne si mi syrdit..vischko si e OK! ..haide da prodyljim prikazkata ot tam do kydeto stignahme..:))..vse pak ti si tvorec..a az se nagajdam:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S...tova e vmesto sms kym nomer, koito ne znam.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109706659843197500?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Машинално почти, с въздишка прикрита&lt;br /&gt;премина набързо обърнала взор.&lt;br /&gt;Премина през мене ефирна,&lt;br /&gt;прелита все още воалът ти над стаения двор.&lt;br /&gt;Все още листата оформят във вихри&lt;br /&gt;следите от стъпки умирали там,&lt;br /&gt;следите, които остават в моите мисли&lt;br /&gt;там, където ще бъда завинаги сам....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syrdechno blagodarq za koeto JJ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109653757296105258?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109653757296105258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109653757296105258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/09/imam-si-stihche.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-109578651323002579</id><published>2004-09-21T20:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T20:08:33.230+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just another day for you and me in the paradise...&lt;br /&gt;Dobro utro za vseki utre&lt;br /&gt;Dobyr vecher za nqkoi strannik dnes&lt;br /&gt;Hubav den i topla nosht jelaq..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109578651323002579?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109578651323002579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109578651323002579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-another-day-for-you-and-me-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-109575856407466570</id><published>2004-09-21T13:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T12:22:44.073+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Syobshtenie</title><content type='html'>JJ, shtqh da napisha dovijdane ako imashe nqkoi , koito da go prochete!:) a ti tazi sutrin mina samo za da me poricaesh i si trygna bez da me "izchakash"..Taka de..pone ela da si pogovorim:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...shte ostane dnes i utre tuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109575856407466570?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109575856407466570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109575856407466570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/09/syobshtenie.html' title='Syobshtenie'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-109480523023378698</id><published>2004-09-10T11:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T11:33:50.233+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oshte edno hubavo stihotvorenie..no tozi pyt ot chovek , kogoto poznavam:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Когато чета,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;когато се смея,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;когато си мисля,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;когато немея,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;когато рекъ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;да тръгна към нея,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;когато прибоя галил е кея,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;когато с море &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;опитвам да слея &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;лицето й тъжно,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;когато успея да легна самотен &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;и все пак до нея,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;когато умра,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;когато живея,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;когато докосвам и в нея се влея,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;когато пристъпя без да умея &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;и отворя уста,знам, ще линея,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;но когато деня с вятър отвея&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;последния лист към горската фея,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;безмълвен дори думи ще лея:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Не си мираж и все пак копнея..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109480523023378698?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109480523023378698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109480523023378698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/09/oshte-edno-hubavo-stihotvorenie.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-109473280748872946</id><published>2004-09-09T15:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T15:26:47.490+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ирония&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Не поглеждай ме с тия очи,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;в никой поглед досега несъзирани.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Всяка сладост във тях ще горчи,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;щом си тръгнеш от мене завинаги.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Не докосвай ме с тия ръце, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;в ничия ласка досега непогалвани.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Всяка мисъл за тях ме зове:прегърни ги сега на прощаване.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Не целувай ме с тия уста,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;в ничий сън досега нецулувани.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Всеки ден без теб на светае каторга, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;нийде нечувана.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Не си тръгвай с тия нозе,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;в никой бяг досега недогонвани.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Всеки спомен за теб ме превзе.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Любовта е крилата ирония… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..za tova stihotvorenie da blagodarim na PeterPan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109473280748872946?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109473280748872946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109473280748872946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post_109473280748872946.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-109464934404458147</id><published>2004-09-08T16:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T16:15:44.046+03:00</updated><title type='text'>А дъждът е плакал в мен...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;А дъждът е плакал мен. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Затова съм толкова горчива, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;че когато ме целуват, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ги проклинам &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;и когато ме прегръщат, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ги напускам &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;и когато ме поискат, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ги погубвам. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;А дъждът е плакал в мен. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Затова съм толкова красива, ч&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;е когато ме сънуват, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ги разплаквам &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;и когато ме забравят, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;г&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;и настигам &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;и когато ме пожертват, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ги помилвам. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;А дъждът е плакал в мен. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Затова съм толкова безумна, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;че когато ме оставят, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;г&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;и желая &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;и когато ме отпиват, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ги спасявам &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;и когато си отидат, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ги обичам. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Това прекрасно стихотворение е на Бояна Петкова!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109464934404458147?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109464934404458147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109464934404458147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post_08.html' title='А дъждът е плакал в мен...'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-109456334701747318</id><published>2004-09-07T16:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T11:51:59.563+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime i try to fly, i fall..</title><content type='html'>Vseki pyt kato se opitam da se doblija i otbluskvam..v men li e vinata ili v nachina po koito podhojdat kym men..kak moje da jivee na edno mqsto visokoto samochuvstvie, golqmoto ego i tolkova lesno razklatimata vqra v sebe si..v sobstvenata si cennost i znachimost..Interesno e kak lesno dopuskam opredeleni hora do sebe si..i kak vypreki ne mnogo priqtnoto im za men dyrjanie ponqkoga ,proshtavam i prodyljavam da obshtuvam ..Pozvolqvam  dumi, koito ne bih pozvolila na nikoi drug..da sym po tozi nachin emocionalno obvyrzana vyobshte ne mi dopada.&lt;br /&gt;I me privlicha i me otbluskva.Sposobna sym slqpo da mu vqrvam..i liuto da go nenavijdam..tolkova lesno se sblyskvat v men silni i karini chuvstva...Imashe neshto hubavo..beshe v zarodish oshte..no imashe potencial da prerasne v krasivo priqtelstvo..Sega veche go nqma..i mi lipsva..moje li da ti lipsa nerodeno cvete..ili nenapisana muzika..zashto..moje bi mi lipsvat mechtite koito mechtaeh togava..lipsva mi tova kak se chuvstvah togava..leka, okrilena, shtastliva..Zashto shtastieto e kato topyl vyzduh koito otlita na visoko za da ostavi mqsto sled sebe si na studenata podtisnatost i praznota..?Moje bi taka e trqbvalo da stane..moje bi ne sme "edin za drug"..moje bi e urok..moje bi e neshto bez smisyl i cel..na koeto az pridavam jivot..moje bi..i tyrseneto prodyljava..&lt;br /&gt;v opredeleni momenti mi se iska da polucha amneziq..da zabravq vsichko i da zapochna da pisha na chisto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109456334701747318?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109456334701747318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109456334701747318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/09/everytime-i-try-to-fly-i-fall.html' title='Everytime i try to fly, i fall..'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-109454101638572474</id><published>2004-09-07T10:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T11:36:08.100+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pih kafe i cigara pushih..obache denq mi oshte ne e prosvetnal. Ujasno nachalo na rabotnata sedmica..edva gledam. Mislq che trqbva da zapochna da sportuvam..ne moje sled 3 dni pochti aktivno myrzeluvane sega da se chuvstvam taka vse edno sym prenasqla tuhli chetvorki..Tuk imame syvyrshenna kombinaciq ot predpostavki za edin cheren den..Dali da ne si kupq edna Aktiviq?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109454101638572474?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109454101638572474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109454101638572474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/09/pih-kafe-i-cigara-pushih.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-109291626357976988</id><published>2004-08-19T14:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T14:51:03.580+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ostavat samo 2 chasa i 24 min. do nachaloto na lqtnata otpuska..</title><content type='html'>Ot utre sym free..samo za dve sedmici..dve, dve..koi ti gi dava..Tolkova chakah nachaloto i..a sega pred praga i ne sym v nastroenie za kakvoto i da bilo..egati..super typo. Shte hodq na more..so what..shte se razhojdam po plaja..sutrin, obed i vecher..so what..&lt;br /&gt;Spored men trqbva da izmislqt nqkakvo mejdinno vreme predi nachaloto na otpuskata..da rechem edna sedmica predi nachaloto i..vseki den zapochvash da hodish na rabota za vse po-kratko vreme..dokato ne stignesh cifrata 0 i taka razbirash che veche si otpuskar..inache taka ot vednyj..mi ne moga da se aklimatiziram..dokato se nastroq che tova e edinstvenata mi po-dylga godishna pochivka i tq vzeme che svyrshi. ...trqbva da mi e super skuchno shtom pisha takiva gluposti..:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ochakvaite vpechatleniq ot Kiten..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109291626357976988?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/feeds/109291626357976988/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992747&amp;postID=109291626357976988' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109291626357976988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109291626357976988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/08/ostavat-samo-2-chasa-i-24-min-do.html' title='Ostavat samo 2 chasa i 24 min. do nachaloto na lqtnata otpuska..'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-109290689046847736</id><published>2004-08-19T12:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T12:14:50.466+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Неуспешен опит да творя..</title><content type='html'>Душата ми градина е..любовта ми - вулкан разгневен&lt;br /&gt;Нима загубих те?&lt;br /&gt;"Искам те"..пее сърцето, но песента стена намира..&lt;br /&gt;В сърцето си съградил си я ..и си глух и си ням..&lt;br /&gt;Опитах си в очите ти като в огледало да се видя и потънах без следа..&lt;br /&gt;Опитах се да те забравя..и дълбоко в мен умрях&lt;br /&gt;Огън да беше - щях да те угася&lt;br /&gt;Война да беше  - щях да те спра (... или щях да те спечеля?)&lt;br /&gt;Но ти си дърво!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;П.С...пак стигаме до твърдението с жабата и гьола..това определено не е моят водоем..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109290689046847736?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/feeds/109290689046847736/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992747&amp;postID=109290689046847736' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109290689046847736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109290689046847736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post.html' title='Неуспешен опит да творя..'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-109283346675362458</id><published>2004-08-18T15:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T15:51:06.753+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i me e nalegnal edin myrzel..sega shte trqbva i homework da pisha...iskam da e sybota veche..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109283346675362458?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/feeds/109283346675362458/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992747&amp;postID=109283346675362458' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109283346675362458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109283346675362458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-me-e-nalegnal-edin-myrzel.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992747.post-109282982282508432</id><published>2004-08-18T14:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T14:50:22.833+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kato za nachalo:)</title><content type='html'>Eii i az da naucha neshto novo:) Dobre che beshe Jasen:))..Jasene tova e za teb!..nadqvam se da byde interesno, kogato za pochna da tvorq de:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7992747-109282982282508432?l=elisimeonova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/feeds/109282982282508432/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7992747&amp;postID=109282982282508432' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109282982282508432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7992747/posts/default/109282982282508432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisimeonova.blogspot.com/2004/08/kato-za-nachalo.html' title='Kato za nachalo:)'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306393020806920440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
