It rains out and the tears flow through the windows, when the phone flames and burns inside me, in the soul, I break through the terrible pain, the poison of insults and strange mistakes that I carry on my shoulders this burden cruel and Satirical. I will not complain because it is unnecessary, I have become accustomed to this senseless, guilt and my painful soul becomes a transformation that reactively turns into apathy.
But the rhetorical question puzzles me and doesn't give me peace: " Why it takes a person through so many phases to go to realize that it is created , felt, original , burning to love and to experience all the conditions, which former the multicolored pallette of life.
Анализ на Душата
Вали дъждът навън и се стичат сълзите по стъклата, когато огънят телефона и изгаря вътре в мен, в душата, разкъсвам се от болка страшна, от отрова от обиди и чужди грешки, които нося на моите плещи този товар жесток и сатиричен.
Няма да се оплаквам аз, защото е ненужно, свикнах с това б ...