Adonis (Атанас Ганев)
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7.08.2009 г., 13:00 ч.

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                                                                        Небето се разцепи.

                                                                        Земята се пропука.

                                                                        Ние,

                                                                        пръскаме страсти,

                                                                        захвърляме обич.

                                                                        Зеници бодем,

                                                                        лицата горим.                                                                     

                                                                        Как сме създадени ?

                                                                        Кой,

                                                                        ще ни прегърне,

                                                                        кой ще се усмихне,

                                                                        кой ще ни прости ?

                                                                        Кой

                                                                        ще ни погали,

                                                                        безумно бягащи от себе си...!?

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