Орел                                                                                                                                                                                          Няма как да върнем времето назад                                                                                                                                                                    да можехме не бихме избрали чужда орис.                                                                                                                                                                    И съдбата не би ни простила пак грешките,                                                                                                                                                                    и сълзите щяха да същите!                                                                                                                                                                         Но радостите да изживеем пак си заслужава.                                                                                                                                                                       Ах как си заслужва!                                                                                                                                                                    Колко кратки са миговете на щастие,                                                                                                                                                                       но те ни топлят цял живот!                                                                                                                                                              Миг само трае болката но страхът от нея                                                                                                                                                                      до край ще ни преследва.                                                                                                                                                                Като орел над облаците далеч остава споменът,                                                                                                                                                    недостижим дори за сънищата.                                                                                                                                                                  Полтът на младостта е толкова стремглав,                                                                                                                                                 истинските орли умират в полет.                                                                                                                                                       Издигат се твърде на високо и се спускат стремглаво                                                                                                                                                                         не можем да ги хванем и спасим,                                                                                                                                                                 не можем да ги върнем и оставаме сами.                                                                                                                                                                         Без да знаем по силни ли сме станали от  загубата им                                                                                                                                                                или по слаби и раними.                                                                                                                                                                Времето е лек за раните то покрива ги в забрава,                                                                                                                                                                     и дава ни илюзия за ново време за друг живот и шанс.                                                                                                                                                          Понякога се връща мил спомен,прокраднал се сред чужди светове                                                                                                                                                                     и  спомняме се кои сме били без да поглеждаме назад!                                                                                                                                                                   Полетът ни вече изморен е но, станал е перфектно  овладян.                                                                                                                                                                 По върховете живеят сами карталите,                                                                                                                                   горди асове победили бурни ветрове,                                                                                                                                                       орловите им погледи сълзи не отронват,                                                                                                                                                                      че тъй много преживели са те!                                                                                                                                                                  Ще преминат през още много бури                                                                                                                                                                      ще остоят над най-стърмни хълмове.                                                                                                                                                                       С  достойнство ще довършат онзи полет                                                                                                                                                                    на неуспелите в полета си орли.                                                                                                                                                        /Посвещавам го на Кайо и други приятели които умряха тъй млади. /                                                                           

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