Շատերին է հետաքրքրում, թե ինչ է նշանակում CactuSoul: Եթե դուք էլ եք դասվում այդ մարդկանց թվին, ապա առաջարկում եմ կարդալ իմ ստեղծագործությունները: Հուսով եմ դուր կգան:
Անհամբերությամբ սպասելու եմ ձեր արձագանքներին:
Եվ այսպես…
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I don't want to be like others,
Just wanna be me.
Don't wanna live in this small cage,
I gotta be free.
I'll be searching until I find
My own private way,
And I will fight for having peace
In my soul someday.
I'll try my best to be myself
And prove the world I'm right,
Even if I will have to spend
My whole life in that fight.
I'm Forever Rebel, my friend,
A Warrior of Light,
A Rebel by soul, with growling
Thunder in my heart...
07.24.06
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*expromt (07.07-08.05)
Maybe I love, maybe I live…
Maybe I hope, maybe I dream…
Maybe I'm hiding from eyes that stare…
Maybe I'm too much in despair…
Maybe the Sun has no more Grace…
Maybe my Soul longs to the Space…
Maybe I'm wrong, but maybe right…
Maybe I'm one that's out of sight…
Maybe I'm strong enough to fight…
Maybe I'm stranding to the Light…
Maybe I'm down to one last cry…
…Though on the ground, still wish to fly…
Maybe I sleep, or I'm awake…
Maybe I need to have a break…
Maybe I'm gloomy, maybe I shine…
Maybe I shiver from the Sun…
Maybe I smile, maybe I don't…
Maybe there's a hole in my boat…
Maybe I need to know the Truth…
Maybe my Tree has got no Root…
Maybe it's good to do mistakes…
Maybe I am the one who cares…
Maybe I have some human Fears…
Maybe I'm drowning in my own Tears…
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Maybe I have lost my senses…
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Maybe… I'm tired of these nonsenses?..
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B.B.B.
(Ballad of Blue Butterfly)
The red Sun melts in Horizon
Covered with wounds and scars.
I reach my hand to caress It,
But It’s too far; like Stars…
A Butterfly painted in blue
Soars above my head,
And suddenly with a soft move
It lands down on my hand.
I look at It with tenderness:
It’s perfect like Space.
But step by step my Butterfly
Gets black and falls from Grace…
Disappointed and in despair
I softly blow on It.
The Butterfly shatters like Hope
In Ashes made of Guilt…
Ashes fall down. They cover this
Small white Flower with Fears.
Dream slowly dies. Now I see my
Reflection in Your Tears…
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