Empty your mind;Be Formless…

November 18, 2005

Usmihvam se

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Hm,izliza,4e niakoi ot vas me e registriral za tazi igra: (Formless) I znam koi e.Neposlu6ko :) Blagodaria-mil jest!

p.s Otzivi ot igrata kato ia opitam :)

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M,da- v zaburzanoto ejednevie sum propusnala edna novina.Imalo e zakrivane na bulgarskata redakcia v BBC:(BBC)

Kirilica

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Gledam blog-a i si mislia,4e mi e nepriatno da go gledam s tezi podobia na azbuka,nezavisimo dori i ot fakta,4e ne e profesionalno naso4en.Za sujalenie ot niakolko exe-ta za kirilica,koito opitvah prez poslednata godina nito ednoto ne proraboti-ima problem niakude.Realno bulgarski ezik ne polzvam,no moje bi ako imah kirilica ne bih se vuzdurjala ot publikacii,koito dosega otkazvah.Kraino vreme e da razbera once and for all kude e problema.

Pieces Of A Dream

Filed under: Music

-Anastacia

I thought I saw you late last night, but it was just a flash of light. An angel passing. But I remember yesterday. Life before you went away. And we were laughing. We had hope and now it’s broken.

And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me. And now somehow all that’s left are pieces of a dream.

Now I’m lost in restless nights. Just a whisper of the life that we created. Shadows falling. I am calling.

And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me. And now somehow all that’s left are pieces of a…

The faded photographs. The frames of broken glass. The shattered memories. Time will soon erase. All these souvenirs. Salt from a thousand tears. But when I wake up you are never there.

We had hope and now it’s broken.

And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me. And now somehow all that’s left are pieces of a…

dream……

Pieces of a dream.






















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