Spirit of Bourgas

The sea is sleeping, resting lightly, it is beautiful, silent in the night and the lighthouse on the other side winks at him, do not wake him, see how beautiful he is. His body reflects sophisticatedly The moon woke its rays, and caressing it, shimmering and gentle turns it down with a few stars. The wind blows over his blue beards your hair from the breeze watered and kisses him with all his love his waves have ceased dreaming. The sea is sleeping, the city is reflected, smiles under the sandbags magical and stellar, even in his dream draws the beach strip with its steps.