Monday, May 26, 2008

the Bulgarian in me

I seem to be staying up late sitting on the floor like we did long time ago listening to music. Here is a song:

And the sun rise and the sun set and there is always something new.
We are now, we are our dreams, the dreams we were dreaming about long before.
We are now our dreams but are we happier.
Nobody managed to change your face in my dreams.
Me and you are not here by chance.

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