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Mejdu izgarqshtoto slynce i mrazovitite vielici na zimnite dni i noshti,mejdu bezkrainata obich i izgarqshtata strast,mejdu ogynq v sebe si i nalojenata ot urocite na jivota disciplina i celeustremenost.Mejdinnostta me vodi do balans,no i do edna bezmylvna pasivnost.Vsichko tova me prevryshta v tyrkalqshta se topka nervi,ogranichavasgta vsi4ki udovolstvie,dori bili te i porochni.Dali shte izrigna?Edva li, zashoto cqloto tova naprejenie izpiva vsi4kata mi energiq,cqlata mi siqinost i qrkost.Predpolagam e ochevidno che za stabilnost i sigurnost ne bi moglo da stava i duma,zashtoto vseki den se vodi neumolima voina mejdu 4uvstvata i razuma,v koqto taka ili ina4e zagubilite shte sa dvama-i tqloto i dushtata mi.Dali e nujen tozi teatyr,dali sym poela po pravilniqt pyt?Dali otri4aneto ot vsi4ko poro4no me pravi tolkova uqzvima,vsichki onezi malki ve4erni udovolstie-te li mi lipsvat,ili mi lipsva vyzmojnostta da izbiram sama-kakva da sym i da ne sym.Togava....togava vsi4ki znaqt 4e sym sebe si.Ne mi haresva igrata s maski,ne mi haresva da byda i uqzvima zaradi tova 4e sym estestvena i izglejdam bez mqrka,neudyrjima...Iskam da moga da byda i dvete,iskam da igraq,zashoto jivota e edin spektakyl,edna scena.Iskam da raztvorq ryce i sreshtu vsi4ki razbiraniq i normi da se opitam da hvana samoleta v nebeto,da pomaham na slynceto i da mu izkreshtq:"do utre!",da narisuvam lunata i da i kaja tochno kak da postroi zvezdite,zashtoto men me chaka edna estestvena,otpusnata,luda,nezemna,kreshtqshta nosh izpylnena sys strast i lubov.Nikoi nqma da me sydi zahtoto slynceto veche e zaspalo a lunata se zanimava sys zvezdite,nashata ve4er,s nashite kopneji,s vpitite edna v druga ryce,s krasivi vlubeni ochi.Tova e.Balans?Komu e nujen toi,shtom nosi tyga i monotonnost.