Препъна се във облака небето
и падна като купола на храм.
Извика нещо с писък самолетен.
А после аз видях, сърдит и ням,
как нощен дъжд приведен подковава
на облака изрязания ръб.
И синя радост в мене разклонява
короната си, мощна като дъб,
защото като палава минута,
внезапно грабната от дълъг ден,
живея аз от никого нечута,
а цялото небе живее в мен.
Петя Дубарова
P.S. - I was driving home from work after an exhausting day of 16 h of work and travelling. It had just stoped raining. The sun was setting. The feeling was peaceful, happy and majestic. Awe filled my soul. As if I wasn't there, I was just the observer. No fatigue, no negativity.
I wanted to capture the moment. I came home, randomnly checked a site, on which a friend of mine had posted the above poem. It depicted my mood perfectly.
I sit and smile now. And I love life.
на облака изрязания ръб.
И синя радост в мене разклонява
короната си, мощна като дъб,
защото като палава минута,
внезапно грабната от дълъг ден,
живея аз от никого нечута,
а цялото небе живее в мен.
Петя Дубарова
P.S. - I was driving home from work after an exhausting day of 16 h of work and travelling. It had just stoped raining. The sun was setting. The feeling was peaceful, happy and majestic. Awe filled my soul. As if I wasn't there, I was just the observer. No fatigue, no negativity.
I wanted to capture the moment. I came home, randomnly checked a site, on which a friend of mine had posted the above poem. It depicted my mood perfectly.
I sit and smile now. And I love life.
