Bulgarian Bible

  Its answers are so much in details, It's capable to do all our tasks. It makes the best in services and sales, Imprudent questions it would never ask   It leads statistics of all our searches Which products we are looking for Every little problem that emmerges It's solving in its omnifarious store   It directs all our desires offers us solutions for some cents. If someone wishes something to acquire It's working without fees or a percent.   And staring at its exquisite screens We lose all our preservation skills It uses information as a means To give us for our sickness perfect pills.   Is it for good we lose all our senses And everything for us is somehow set. Nobody even barely comprehences He falls in love with global internet.   © Таня Гулериа  Всички права запазени

  Men do nоt know how to love. They follow no romantic rules. They always think they are above of all of the courtesy tools. Men always follow their desire, Determined by their hormone state. Their wishes are always on fire And their fulfillment should be on a plate. They do not write a verse, or a ballad They do not even sing a serenade. A woman, serving steaks with a salad Is found to be most proper, good and great. Men tend to sleep all sunrises away, After having all their deals done. They even do not know what to say, When women want forever, men want fun. Men and women tend pairing into kits, Pretending they are struck by love But if their nature somehow fits It is a greatest blessing from above.   © Таня Гулериа  Всички права запазени

  Once a jester wanted to expose In front of the almighty king of land The hidden thoughts of those, who are supposed With their loyalty to outstand. The king hid himself from the sights, Because he wanted to unveil the facts. Even his mistress for playful delights Was not informed about his acts. The jester maintained appearance As if he was in a great despair, He told a minister in nearance He had important news to share: "I could bet my head that also you Would be crushed by such an event There is nothing more that we could do Our king is coming to his end." "That the king is on his way to die Would give me the best oportunity, Because nobody could deny I lead the best traders' community. I could ensure the best materials For the king's memorial King's journey to the world ethereal Would make me much more glorious." Receiving the rage of the monarch's conclusion Taught the jester truth's more bitter than lie "After me a flood" is jus...

  A crocodile addressed once to an ape, Hiding in his mind a bad intention. He wanted all her self-esteem to jape And everyone to laugh at her pretentions. "Are you married?"- he asked with cunning face, Expecting both her possible responds If she confirmed, he'd ask what psycho case Got with such an ape in marriage bond. If she denied, his answer he would change And he would say there's nothing more to do: "Who on the Earth could such a deal arrange, That someone marries such an ape like you?" The ape replied with despair in her voice "I'm searching for a partner quite a while, Unfortunately I don't have much choice, Because around are only crocodiles.

  A man was searching for the whore of tales To destroy this heinous creature, But his secret was gently unveiled, Cause she saw his beautiful features. He was beautiful not with his youth, Not with those rainy resinous hairs, But with his strength his right to dispute As a precious divinity heir. Cause for long he did know her power To discover uncountable treasures And his masters had goal to devour All her beauty - meretricious pleasures. She was innocent, she was seeing his soul Through his eyes, which were black stormy cloud. And she knew that his body's just bowl Which they'll break with a noisy applaud. She was wise, cause she saw his blood Which was flowing into his veins And she knew it is not only mud, Which is ment to be washed with the rain. And she loved with her power and glory, Which she put as a gift in his feet. She created the end of the story How the world will for ever proceed. As a gratitude he turned to Boreigh And he left his demon's intentions. He cr...

 Once the students asked their teacher: "Should we pray to our God's picture When destiny is playing with our mind Where on the Earth is God to find? What should be our offering to him To show our love and deep esteem? Why God is putting us in pain Is not our dedication all in vain?" "When your dreams are all in rubbles When you are facing lot's of troubles Remember soil is most fertile After setting stubbles into fire."