His life felt like a roller coaster.
Full of ups and downs
Then one day...
He found gratitude outside.
A kitten living, smiling for him

shaking tulips kiss
amber sunrise is waking
quaking aspen trees

Her breath is a cinnamon fragrance
eyes are like glowing emeralds
lips are caramel
she fills me

Her kiss puts my lethargy away
time remembers only what is real
for our bliss freezes this special moment

devotion is our journey
life - our destination
awakening to the senses
love's culmination
everything sparks when she's near

Morning's mist
fills my eyes with contradiction
my skin peels
by the purity of the silk.

The rainbow above painted my clothes
as my hunger got relieved
just by drinking milk.
Pain dropped
I started to feel like a blooming rose
with no worries.

Sadly, this was just a one meaningless fiction.
This is a little bit uncomfortable for me,
although this dream
began to heal my drug addiction:

''Purity could change my looks for the better
for the peeling skin symbolized
the removal of my old way of living.
I could finally stop being a go-getter.

Drinking milk showed me
that you can live your life,
and be sated
without being addicted to pain-soothers."

blinding aether sun
burnt grasses and branches cry
as ashen giants flight

The waves of the dam
near Ogosta Stadium are raging,
and the opponent of the Glory
is insecure and afraid.

Powerful choruses
the hosts sing
because the moment is coming
for a convincing win.

This is FC Montana.
Club with heart and a century of history,
with ups and downs flooded
always striving for the top and a better change.

With a school springboard for talent,
the only one that is free.
Coaches who believe in children
and in their future glorious successes.
The traditional colors are blue, white and red -
gathering people in a sacred union.

Blue hearts tremble in a fast rhythm,
expecting the match to conquer.
Small and big fans
with songs they strive,
the loyalty for their team to sustain
and give the necessary support.

Every day they long
for the strong emotions,
they share for the future.

Flowers are melting
hands grasping snowflakes
dry wet life from sand.