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Travel

by bozhidar-pangelov

Some day, maybe tomorrow get ready to travel. The flute is narrating streams. The leaves are drawing rainbows lightly, they are soaring in the rain, nearly not leaving circles. Travel, travel … With your soul only (it is a mute shadow). With your love (it has no shadow). Keep the life, like music, like rain, like the blind one who stopped The Sun. Travel … The original: Пътувай Някой ден, може би утре, приготви се да пътуваш. Флейтата разказва ручеи. Листата плавно рисуват дъги, политат в дъжда, почти не оставят кръгове. Пътувай, пътувай… С душата единствено (тя няма сянка). С любовта си (тя няма сянка). Запази живота, като музика, като дъжд, като слепия, който спря Слънцето. Пътувай… Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova rarebird © bogpan - all rights reserved.
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Dec 11, 2010
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