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		<title>Тарантула</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 17:08:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ivan Tzaklev</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Дълбоко в сянката на най-съкровените ти мечти - аз се спотайвам. Там, до най-важните за теб закони. Час по час завладявам сърцето ти. Треперя когато почувстваш студ, чувам всяка твоя дума. Като бомба и фитил ние се взривяваме с бяла светлина. Но аз мога да бъда дявола за теб. Мога да хапя като тарантула точно [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tzaklev.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4906819&amp;post=220&amp;subd=tzaklev&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Молитва на безбожника</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 14:16:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ivan Tzaklev</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Размисли]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Чуй моята молба, несъществуващ Боже, и в Своето небитие я приеми, тъй както клетниците никога сами, без утешение не оставаш.   Не се противиш, уталяваш всяка жажда. Когато по далеч от разума си Ти, по-близо виждам аз как скръбни нощи с надежда и лъжи  душата ми услаждат.   Така голям си Боже в своето мълчание, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tzaklev.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4906819&amp;post=203&amp;subd=tzaklev&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Към нощтта</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 13:59:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ivan Tzaklev</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Веднъж ли ти за мен накичваше се,  моя приятелко сияйна нощ? Веднъж ли ти, изпълнена със страхове и самота смущаваше на кроткото небе покоя? Звездите мойта скръб приемат и с радост слушали са моя стон и зов, но и най-глухата и чужда на любов изпитвала е сигурно любовен шемет. Обичат и знаят те че съм  [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tzaklev.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4906819&amp;post=196&amp;subd=tzaklev&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Черно кафе /чернова/</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 02:03:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ivan Tzaklev</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Чувствах се омагьосан от самотата, Не бях спал от седмица-две. Вървях по коридора през прага на вратата И междувременно пиех ЧЕРНО КАФЕ. Опиянен от любов и омаян, Никога не познах сладостта на неделята - В тази делнична стая, Където спътник ми беше постелята.   Говорех на сенките в тъмнината От 1 до 4 през нощта [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tzaklev.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4906819&amp;post=186&amp;subd=tzaklev&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Утро</title>
		<link>http://tzaklev.wordpress.com/2009/01/13/%d1%83%d1%82%d1%80%d0%be-%d0%b8-%d0%ba%d0%b0%d1%84%d0%b5/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 05:34:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ivan Tzaklev</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Точно тогава те изчезват. Грапавите камъни в дланта ми… Загубват се сред прозрачната мекота от тонове докато музиката продължава да създава крилете ни от топлината на думите, които нашепваш в съня ми. Пресътворила от цялата безсмисленост на понятията една магия и превърнала ги в усмивка, в шепот, в стон, в крясъка, който не искам да [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tzaklev.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4906819&amp;post=171&amp;subd=tzaklev&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Под твоето небе</title>
		<link>http://tzaklev.wordpress.com/2008/12/15/%d0%bf%d0%be%d0%b4-%d1%82%d0%b2%d0%be%d0%b5%d1%82%d0%be-%d0%bd%d0%b5%d0%b1%d0%b5/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 10:22:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ivan Tzaklev</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Четири хиляди улици под звездите.. Всяка една е различна. Всяка една е нова. Стаи под покривите, под завивките, под всичко, под времето. Разхождам се под уличната светлина, под тъмната нощ.. Не ме притискай.. Не ме спирай.. Дори не опитвай.. ..от тази улица до следващата.. от тази улица до най-блестящата.. Къде е твоя живот? Твоята улица [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tzaklev.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4906819&amp;post=157&amp;subd=tzaklev&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Защитен: За Хората и Комплексите</title>
		<link>http://tzaklev.wordpress.com/2008/11/27/%d0%b7%d0%b0-%d1%85%d0%be%d1%80%d0%b0%d1%82%d0%b0-%d0%b8-%d0%ba%d0%be%d0%bc%d0%bf%d0%bb%d0%b5%d0%ba%d1%81%d0%b8%d1%82%d0%b5/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 17:02:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ivan Tzaklev</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Размисли]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Няма откъс, защото публикацията е защитена.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tzaklev.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4906819&amp;post=148&amp;subd=tzaklev&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Carry you Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 11:01:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ivan Tzaklev</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Неприятностите са единствения й приятел и той отново се върна.. Прави тялото й да изглежда по-старо, отколкото всъщност е.. И тя каза, че е крайно време да си отиде. Вече нищо не я задържа в този град. Ако имаше крилe тя би отлетяла надалеч.. А може би някой ден Господ ще й даде такива.. Неприятностите [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tzaklev.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4906819&amp;post=144&amp;subd=tzaklev&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Полъха на усмивката</title>
		<link>http://tzaklev.wordpress.com/2008/10/28/133/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 14:23:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ivan Tzaklev</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Понякога се чудя.. Дали усмивката й все още оставя красиви следи във въздуха. Преди пишех поеми, там.. където пръстите често се бояха да докосват.. сега шизофренично чертаят устните й. А споменът от целувка все още оставя красиви следи.. Следвам вибрациите на вятъра, прошепващ аромата на настроенията й. И откривам че усмивката й е все още [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tzaklev.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4906819&amp;post=133&amp;subd=tzaklev&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Самотна психология</title>
		<link>http://tzaklev.wordpress.com/2008/10/22/%d1%81%d0%b0%d0%bc%d0%be%d1%82%d0%bd%d0%b0-%d0%bf%d1%81%d0%b8%d1%85%d0%be%d0%bb%d0%be%d0%b3%d0%b8%d1%8f/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 18:20:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ivan Tzaklev</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Когато погледна в очите ти, няма нищо, което да видя! Нищо, освен собствените ми грешки, взиращи се обратно в мен..<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tzaklev.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4906819&amp;post=127&amp;subd=tzaklev&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Blasphemy</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 20:23:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ivan Tzaklev</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Please God forgive me. God forgive me for thinking these thoughts. God why did you create this selfish race? God they are destroying our only home. God building skyscraper cities. God filling them with assholes who only have one goal in mind, wealth. God forgive me for loathing money. God forgive me for all the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tzaklev.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4906819&amp;post=122&amp;subd=tzaklev&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Носталгичност</title>
		<link>http://tzaklev.wordpress.com/2008/10/04/%d0%bd%d0%be%d1%81%d1%82%d0%b0%d0%bb%d0%b3%d0%b8%d1%87%d0%bd%d0%be%d1%81%d1%82/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2008 20:31:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ivan Tzaklev</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Талантът на спомените ескалира с пластичноста на китките. Когато острието е близо винаги има съпротива- на правилно и грешно.. на плът и метал.. на живот и смърт.. на временност и вечност! Истината излиза на яве единствено като се изправиш лице в лице с  нея. Истинта приближава като сто тонен влак! Колко умен начин за любовта, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tzaklev.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4906819&amp;post=113&amp;subd=tzaklev&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Времето дъх притаило е..</title>
		<link>http://tzaklev.wordpress.com/2008/10/03/%d0%b2%d1%80%d0%b5%d0%bc%d0%b5%d1%82%d0%be-%d0%b4%d1%8a%d1%85-%d0%bf%d1%80%d0%b8%d1%82%d0%b0%d0%b8%d0%bb%d0%be-%d0%b5/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 17:29:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ivan Tzaklev</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Недостижимо далеч си, а понякога.. толкова близо, че мога с ръка да те докосна. Пулса ти, без допир да усетя.. и чуя.. как нежно ми шептиш. Не.. не шептиш.. Безмълвно пееш и вътре в мен звучи, трепти и гали очи притварям и политам, там.. далеч.. В светлото песенно слънчево меко, уханно и топло. Там.. дето [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tzaklev.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4906819&amp;post=109&amp;subd=tzaklev&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Unscrupulous View Of Life</title>
		<link>http://tzaklev.wordpress.com/2008/09/26/unscrupulous-view-of-life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 17:58:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ivan Tzaklev</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Am I here.. to hear the waves of time crashing into stones of the day.. to hear the sweet excitement step back into virgin sands washed billion times of eternal water of pureness. Am I here.. to look at the sun’s eyes without any pain. Am I here.. to poison the air with tobacco staying [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tzaklev.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4906819&amp;post=103&amp;subd=tzaklev&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://tzaklev.wordpress.com/2008/09/25/92/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 21:04:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ivan Tzaklev</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I’ve seen the sun disappear over many mountains but none like the time she withdrew from sight disguised as emotions once felt; only to make her return later as the moon which illuminates my heart forlorn…. I’ve seen the sun disappear over many mountains&#8230;.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tzaklev.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4906819&amp;post=92&amp;subd=tzaklev&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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