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Why does it have to be this way? Why does life have to be so unpredictable and sometimes so disappointing?
You climb to the top of the sand tower and for a few moments you think “I’ve done it”. You feel like the best and happiest man that ever was, a man who can go through everything that gets on your way. These feelings fill you inside and they look strong and unloosable to you. But then comes the wind of change. It ruins the tower you have climbed in your whole life. The sands of your work fall down under your feet and you step on the hard black ground, where you’ve started from the very beginning. But there is something worse. This time you don’t have even a short tower to climb. The only things left to you are old, broken feelings and the memory of the bright light streaming out of you when you were on the top. You are too weak to build another tower and your life time runs and doesn’t want to go back for you. You’re angry because you can’t return your simple, warm happiness. There’s nothing left of it. Not even a last smile you can enjoy. Not even a sense of light. And why? You know why. It’s all because of that damn wind. And why that wind? Everybody wants to know why but nobody knows really why. We only know that wherever it goes, whatever it blows, it only brings pain and unhappiness to people. None can stop it. None even knows how. That’s the never-ending circle of life. It started with the first life in the universe and will finish with the last thing ever. None can go back to the past; none can save us from the future. Life comes and leaves us the same we were before it had come. Day after day, lots of sunrises and sunsets. That’s our life. That’s the life of everyone we love and everyone we hate. Let’s hope that even in the darkest times there’ll be even a small light and hope for us. Another life will come, another life will go. Life is what people deserve. Not good but not all bad. Do not be afraid of the next sunset. Come to me and let’s stand it together. Feel me and let me feel you. Let love come to our hearts and never leave them. For all the sunrises and sunsets, whatever life may bring, love is the only thing that can save us from the unwanted forces of life.


Ïóáëèêóâàíî îò BlackCat íà 20.05.2007 @ 19:32:50 



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20.04.2024 ãîä. / 17:24:01 ÷àñà

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"Wind" | Âõîä | 1 êîìåíòàð | Òúðñåíå â äèñêóñèÿ
Êîìåíòàðèòå ñà íà ïóáëèêóâàùèÿ ãè. Íèå íå ñìå îòãîâîðíè çà òÿõíîòî ñúäúðæàíèå.

Íå ñà ïîçâîëåíè êîìåíòàðè íà Àíîíèìíè, ìîëÿ ðåãèñòðèðàé ñå.

Re: Wind
îò oziris (rrrrrrr@abv.bg) íà 31.07.2007 @ 00:03:11
(Ïðîôèë | Èçïðàòè áåëåæêà) http://kirilvlahov.blogspot.com/
`and happiest` òðÿáâà äà áúäå `and THE happiest`, çàùîòî òîâà å ïðåâúçõîäíàòà ñòåïåí.

`man that ever was` - Was what? áè ïîïèòàë íÿêîé àíãëè÷àíèí. - `that ever lived`, äà êàæåì ìîæåø äà íàïèøåø.

who can go through everything that gets on your way - å ÷àêàé ñåãà, êàêúâ òè å òîçè ÷îâåê, ÷å ùå ìèíå ïðåç âñè÷êî, êîåòî çàñòàíå íà ÒÂÎß ïúò? Òè ìàé íå ñè ãî ìèñëèëà íà àíãëèéñêè, à ñè ñè ãî ïðåâåæäàëà... èçáÿãâàé ãî òîâà. Íà àíãëèéñêè íå ìîæåø äà êàæåø `×îâåê, êîéòî ìîæå äà ìèíå ïðåç âñè÷êî, êîåòî òè çàñòàíå íà ïúòÿ`.... õì, òî ìàé è íà áúëãàðñêè íå ìîæåø äà ãî êàæåø :roll: Àáå òðÿáâà äà å `on HIS way`

"they look strong" - "they SEEM strong" - íå èçïîëçâàé ðå÷íèê, `èçãëåæäàì` íàïðèìåð å äóìà, çà êîÿòî èìà ïîíå äâå äóìè íà àíãëèéñêè, èçïîëçâàùè ñå â ðàçëè÷åí êîíòåêñò

`unloosable` - íå ìèñëÿ, ÷å èìà òàêàâà äóìà

`It ruins the tower you have climbed in your whole life` - It destroys/tears down the tower that you have climbed on your entire life`

`The sands of your work` - ìîëÿ?

Îô, ìúðçè ìå è ìè ñå ñïè. Ïðîâåðè ñè íÿêîëêî ïúòè öåëèÿ òåêñò, ïîñúâåòâàé ñå ñ íÿêîé òâîé ó÷èòåë èëè ïîçíàò (íàïèøè ãðåøêèòå â êîìåíòàð è ïîñî÷è êàê òðÿáâà äà å ïðàâèëíî). Àêî íÿìàø, òîãàâà ùå ãî ïðîâåðÿ äîêðàé.

Èíà÷å õóáàâè íåùà, ñàìî äåòî áèõ òå ïîñúâåòâàë äà ãè ïèøåø íà áúëãàðñêè, íî... çíàì, ìîæå äà ñà òè äîøëè íà àíãëèéñêè äà ðå÷åì èëè äà òè ñå å ïðèèñêàëî äà ñå ïîóïðàæíÿâàø, çàòîâà èçâèíÿâàé, ÷å íå ìè ñå çàíèìàâà äà ãî äîïðîâåðÿâàì, ïúê è ÷å ìîæå äà ñúì ïðîïóñíàë èëè ñãðåøèë íåùî.

Ïðèçîâàâàì mayflowerbg, êîÿòî êàçà, ÷å èìà âðåìå çà òàêèâà ñàéòîâå, äà ñå âêëþ÷è.

Áå íàïðàâî ñè ÿ ñúêàì ;) :Ú

Íî ïúðâî ñè ãî ïðîâåðè òè è òî äîáðå. Ïðî÷åòè íÿêàêâà ãðàìàòèêà, òîâà-îíîâà è ïîìíè, ÷å ñ ðå÷íèê íå çíàåø êîÿ îò äåñåòòå äóìè, êîèòî òè èçêàðà, äà èçïîëçâàø.