"GOD has not called me to be successful. He called me to be Faithful… Never forget or neglect anyone because nobody knows what's coming tomorrow. You will know their value when you can't meet them once again in the lifetime." Mother Teresa "The more society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those that speak it…. If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love." George Orwell

Monthly Archives: November 2017

Честит Рожден Ден!

To Румяна Мандражиева

To Runi




My Cayenne Pepper Tea

hot winter tea

Cayenne is a spicy tasting herb that is orange or red. People sprinkle it onto their food and incorporate it into recipes to add some heat and flavor to dishes. Cayenne also has healing properties, and herbalists have been using it for years to build immunity, fight off colds, soothe ulcers, and help detoxify the body. Recently, a weight loss diet called “The Master Cleanse” has used a cayenne pepper tea to flush the body of toxins and promote weight loss. Make a cayenne pepper tea with water, lemon, a generous helping of cayenne, and any additional ingredients that will help you achieve your health goals.


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Kristian Kostov – Глубина

To The Sober


When You Are Old


When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 

And nodding by the fire, take down this book, 

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; 

How many loved your moments of glad grace, 

And loved your beauty with love false or true, 

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, 

And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 

And bending down beside the glowing bars, 

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled 

And paced upon the mountains overhead 

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. 

To…..A. Pushkin

To. . . 

I recall the wondrous chance:
there before me I saw you
such a brief and a passing glance,
such beauty, brilliant and true.

In the clutches of hopeless despair,
in the worries of life’s hurried storm,
for long I heard a voice so fair
and dreamt of a lovely form.

Years passed. A rebellious tempest’s blare.
scattered all former dreams.
And I forgot your voice so fair,
Your form born of heavenly schemes.

In solitude, in gloomy desolation.
Quietly my days dragged along,
without God and without inspiration,
without tears, without life, without love.

To my soul came an urge to dance:
and there again I saw you…
Such a brief and a passing glance,
such beauty, brilliant and true.

And my heart beat in adulation.
And to it came the rebirth of
God, and divine inspiration
And life, and tears, and love.

Alexander Sergeivich Pushkin

John Dougherty.