Meralmeri Stories

Vögel im Wald - Manchmal möchte ich mich in einem Wald verirren. Weil ich alle Vögel der Welt hören muss. Weil wir uns sehen müssen Ich weiß, dass du mich verstehst Weil...

I don't know what to say, For your love ... July sunshine, Is that the Atlantic? Should I say Lady Diana? Or a rye field. Your name is so beautiful, Miss Natalya. Poet M...

Love wants an independent and true belief for itself. That's why love can never make a home in dirty hearts. Because every love wants what is as pure as itself. Love is...

The person who uses information well survives. But people who love goodness lose. And only those who think of evil will also loses. Because contradiction is the secret c...

Do you know? I normally like to talk about my problems. You know why? Because I take it into account and squeeze them like a lemon, and suffer deeply. Then I pass over...

To the table gathered the poets ... A awkward dervish ... On the right side of, the sun is gliding . To his left is green lawns growing. "That youth must have gone...

One day a king asked what is love? God answered him, and said, He is standing in silence. Then the King began to listen to the world. Then he heard and saw love. Now let...

Could knowledge harm happiness, Diogenes? I am like you these days; I'm looking for people in the streets of Athens. I am looking for Nizâmî-i Gencevî's dervish. I am lo...