Bulgarian Bible

 Once a peasant decided to send His oldest son to bring some wood. The peasant showed the forest end And taught his son for his own good To take an ax and the old cart And fell some drier trees. To cut them into smaller parts To transport them in ease. His son asked then what happens if A wheel is broken down He nodded head in disbelief Who'd help if troubles's found? The father answered though If you find yourself in plight You should call the woe. She would do all that is right. The son took an ax and the old cart He harnessed their mare And deep into a forest part For his worst despair The car broke down, he called for long The woe though left him all alone The night was falling - he got strong And helped hmself on his own. He came back home in disbelief He asked his father why he lied The father smiled in a mischief And he gave repply: And what has happened, dear son? Woe helped you, when you were alone Cause if you want to get things done You should rely on your own.

  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...