Kakto si vurvqx po sofiiskite ulici pred pogledam mi popadna billboard glasq6t 'Krasotata e Simetriq'. Zapitax se o6te li robuvame na izvra6teniqta na modata? Ne se li nau4ixme da izlizame ot stereotipite za pravilno i da se izmuknem ot ramkite? Da priemame 'razli4noto' kato ne6to o4arovatelno?...Realnostta ne e vitrina s prekrasni porcelanovi kukli proizvedeni po kalup.Po skoro prili4a na boni6te s miliardi otpaduci,no dokato ne gi razgleda6 1 po 1 ne moje6 da razbere6 koi ot vsi4ki miri6e nai-kofti :) Simetriqta e izkustvena geometrinta veli4ina,koqto ne pasva na 4ove6kata priroda. Asimetri4ki sa kakto telata ni,taka i du6ite. Moje bi za tova se stremim kum goreposo4eniq deviz.

friendship= BULLSHIT

Subirame 2 ne do tam prekrasni li4nosti sus sxoden xarakter. Davame im svobodno prostransvo za izqva,izgrajdane na su6tnostta i socialna integraciq. Zabranqvame proqvata na 4uvstva v neobxodimite momenti i prenasi6tame napregnatite takiva s izli6ni zlobni zabelejki. Da ne zabravqme razbira se i kletvata za ve4na drujba (vajna sustavka). Ot lqvata strana na uravnenieto izvajdame absoliutno vsi4ki normi za ob6to prietoto normalno povedenie m/u xorata. I s tova dokAzvame 4e tvurdenieto friendship=BULLSHIT e napulno vqrno.
Procesa trae 8g.

Izvod: Priqtelstvoto suvsem ne e konstantna veli4ina. To e proizvolna to4ka v bezkrainostta,do koqto prudno moje6 da nameri6 putq.

V 1ta si filosofiq Dekart tvurdi 4e vsqka istina biva prieta za takava,stiga da ima neoborimi dovodi podkrepq6ti q i razbira se da bude podnesena na zdravo misle6tiq 4ovek po podxodq6t na4in. Za da bude prieto ne6to kato pezprecedentna istina oba4e,trqbva predi vsi4ko neistinite da se otxvurlqt 4rez savur6enno sumnenie. Za malkoto si suznatelni godini sviknax da se oboslavqm na izna4alnata priroda na filosofiqta koqto podlaga vsi4ko zaobikalq6to ni pod sumnenie. Istinnostta na daden fakt e tolkova vqrna,kolkoto sme sklonni da priemem. Ili kolkoto informaciq ni se predostavi...

'Wosh Mc super uderground,mega efecten'

Nqma kak da promenq glednata ti to4ka za pokupko-prodajbata na zadnite ti 4asti..Prez gonite si namiral mn verni fenove,pesnite ti sa vduxnovqvali i promenqli mirogledi,vkliu4itelno i moq.Karal si me da otkrivam novi smisli na jivota i da se 4uvstvam pulnocenen 4ovek. Dori zavur6ena li4nost..A sa kvo stana dragi mi rapEre!? S 200 kum komersa. Populqrizirai underground kulturata i spestqvai za golf 3ka! Fakt e 4e kato tvoi verni posledovateli ne sme ti pulnili djoba,6tot sme su6tite bukluci kato teb, ama i tvoita prostotiq dostigna kraen predel..Aide sa ti4ai da prai6 reklamki na cola i nike i rimite ti da se nosqt v usti4kite na 13g-te 'G-ta'. Vse pak 6tom 6apkata ti e na krivo,dunkite smuknati,a swi4ara do kolenete si viden cenitel na bg hiphop-a,nali? Uspex v show biznesa,nali wosh bilo rivursnato 'show' ;)

Karma?

Priemame xubavite slu4ainosti s vuztorg. 4ist kusmet ili otplata za dobro delo? - ne pitame..Kogato oba4e v jivota ni se namesi faktor,oburkva6ti vs-te ni bude6ti planove,obvinqvame sudbata. Karma? ili vsqko zlo za dobro? Sklonni li sme da priemame ne6to slu4va6to se kato pre4ka,koqto trqbva da bude preodolqna ili se primirqvame s kli6eto za karmi4nite znaci? V deckite igri trqbva da premine6 nqkakva trudnost za da stigne6 do sledva6to nivo. Jivota decka igra li e? Trqbva li da se vslu6vame v simvolite na sudbata i izob6to suymqvame li da gi otkriem sred letvite za preska4ane?

Let me hold you for the last time
It’s the last chance to feel again
But you broke me now I can’t feel anything

When I love you
It’s so untrue
I can’t even convince myself
When I’m speaking it’s the voice of someone else

Oh it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it’s not enough
To make it all ok

You can’t play on broken strings
You can’t feel anything
That your heart don’t want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real

Oh the truth hurts
A lie’s worse
I can’t like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before


Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us


Running back through the fire
When there’s nothing left to save
It’s like chasing the very last train
When it’s too late (too late)

Oh it tears me up
I tried to hold but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it’s not enough
To make it all ok

You can’t play our broken strings
You can’t feel anything
That your heart don’t want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real

Oh the truth hurts
And lie’s worse
I can’t like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before

But we’re running through the fire
When there’s nothing left to say
It’s like chasing the very last train
When we both know it’s too late (too late)

You can’t play our broken strings
You can’t feel anything
That your heart don’t want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real

Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can’t like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
Oh and I love you a little less than before .. yeah

Let me hold you for the last time
It’s the last change to feel again