Защото да си жив е лудост — в света на гаснещи слънца…

Защото няма утре, няма бъдно,
щом заедно сме с теб сега —
не вярвам в никакво отвъдно,
но вярвам на Любимата жена!

Изгарят ме съмнения и клетви!
Една е болката след урагана.
Когато си готов на саможертви,
зараства и най-дълбоката ти рана!

Греховна не е обичта ни, знай,
щом винаги се вслушваме в сърцето,
което с чуждата вина ридае.
И няма да ни съдят на небето.

Щастлив съм, че си още тук,
че крах и горест надживя.
Бъди до мен — сълза на друг,
бъди до мен — най-предана Жена!

Валери Иванов

Заклинание

Обричам ти се. Днеска и завинаги.
Без ум и разум. И с душа и с плът.
И знай, че всичко светло в моя път
частица е от теб - за мен най-свидната.
Ах, колко дълго, страшно и мъчително
мълчах и трупах в своя страх нелеп
това, което сбирал бях за теб -
едната дума свята и спасителна.
Най-милата, най-святата, най-нежната.
А минала с мен в толкоз кал и мраз
дълбоко чиста я опазих аз.
Една и топла, пазих я с надеждата,
за всичко твое тя да е отплатата.
Аз само в нея можех да сбера
възторга от душата ти добра,
и клетвата, и прошката ти, святата...
Не казвай нищичко! Не трябва вричане.
А нека само наште две сърца
горят в кръвта на трите ни деца!
И в теб, Надеждо моя! В теб. Обичам те.

Дамян Дамянов

Клетва

Когато нищо друго няма
във този свят, разполовен
на истина и на измама,
невярваща, ти вярвай в мен.

Дори когато те излъжа
невъзмутим или смутен,
заклевам те и ти си длъжна,
презирай ме, но вярвай в мен.

Когато вече ни разделя
безсънна нощ и нервен ден,
във понеделник и неделя
ти непременно вярвай в мен.

Не в здравите ни златни обръчи,
в хербария ни изсушен
с реликвите на прашна обич,
не в спомена, а вярвай в мен.

Защото в битката неравна,
която водим сякаш век,
със теб сме станали отдавна
един живот, един човек.

Недялко Йорданов

Love You Forever

A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "this kid is driving me CRAZY!"

But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!

But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo!

But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You'd better come see me because I'm very old and sick." So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always...

But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick. The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my Mommy you'll be.

When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

Robert Munsch

Тя-дъщеря ми

Тя е моята стъпка нагоре,

радостта на живота ми, мойто момиче,

отворени пътища, светли простори,

моето право да кажа: „Обичам!“

Тя ме събужда със мила усмивка,

…в очите си светли побира света ми.

Аз съм ù майка, но вечно ù липсвам

и тя ме упреква – тя, дъщеря ми.

Когато е тъжна, затръшва вратата

и сили събира от моите сили.

И чувам, когато прегръща стената,

прикрива сълзите и аз я разбирам.

Тя е моето слънце и моята вечер,

моята прошка и моя награда.

Когато съм лоша, ме чувства далечна,

но после си вкопчва във мене ръката.

Тя ме придържа, когато пропадам,

…до мене застава, рамо до рамо.

Струва си всичко, което изстрадах,

когато прошепва ми тихичко „мамо“…

Аз я обичам, но тя не разбира,

че майките често превръщат се в чужди.

Когато корим ги, нима не разбират,

че лесно се чупят красивите кукли?!

Аз съм до нея, но всъщност ме няма

и тя ме поглежда хладно, със злоба.

Но аз и прощавам, понятие няма,

за нея ще мисля дори и от гроба.

Понякога искам да плача, да чупя…

Когато съдбата със гръм ме взривява,

ще викам високо и нека ме чуят,

че моята сила е тя – дъщеря ми.

Тя е моята стъпка нагоре,

с нея забравям, че има обратно.

За нея земята, света ще преровя,

а другото всичко мимолетно е, кратко…

Магдалена Рачева