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TRAFFIC LIGHT AT THE END OF THE CITY – diptych
I have long been accustomed to this street –
pavement on the left, asphalt on the right;
of a lifeguard, a wonder for birds,
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TRAFFIC LIGHT AT THE END OF THE CITY – diptych
I have no way of knowing – whether those
who enter – will return from here.
And whether those who have not seen me
SO CLOSE
How far is it
from a meeting to a letter,
from a sigh to a kiss,
from my sadness
to your concern?
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SEA BORDER – diptych
Universe, space, planet
nature, Earth, oceans.
Animals and people and their obsession
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SEA BORDER – diptych
Border – means a line from here to there?
The Bulgarian cricket jumps – and boom!
it becomes a resident of the Bosphorus.
RECOGNIZATION – triptych
I never thought
that I would ever experience such harmony –
to write poems to calm myself down.
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RECOGNIZATION – triptych
I never thought
that I would ever experience such harmony –
to write poems to calm myself down.
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RECOGNIZATION – triptych
But no – I already feel that not I,
but my poems have long since taken hold of me; perhaps they want,
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RECOGNIZATION – triptych
I considered the poems diligent and obedient,
not self-expressive, but interconnected –
in a river flowing
STEM AND LEAVES
Is it an illusion
that the past lurks in the twilight
and the future – in the light,
just because the day is a smile?
Angel wings
I can’t look for you, because you’re in my heart!
There the storm “Silence” in my soul screams.
In a foreign land, the earth and the sky,
THE CONSCIOUS MISSION – diptych
I was born! I took my life – like a penny,
I gathered it in my palm and squeezed it…
“If they give it to you
THE CONSCIOUS MISSION – diptych
I was born! I received my reward –
my soul found a body again.
Life was an artist,
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TOGETHER WITH TIME – diptych
Once upon a time in Bulgaria, always
Time held me in its arms.
In the flowery courtyard of my youth,
light was the rule.
So ordered my mother’s magi,
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TOGETHER WITH TIME – diptych
Now I hold Time in my arms!
I was weighed down by pain, effort, patience –
it cannot continue to carry me.
From evening thoughts of pure love,
I turned my age into a rule…
MEMORY – A DREAMER
Okay, draw me – there are the paints!
There is the canvas – a quiet forest decor,
sun shadows, a few white birches,
LAST LIGHT
Words. Words, more words –
they are born with us too.
Wind in cloud towers
in love, steals birds!
LAW OF LOVE
“Love in its essence
is not of this world…”
Hannah Arendt
Today I dreamed – a road on white
WOUND – SILENCE
Ah, how much pain, how much work it costs me
to love you as I love you!”
Federico Garcia Lorca
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SPRING EMBROIDERYWithout color and leaves on the trees
the white-gray day strips the abysses.
It seems spring is coming, and the cursed cold
above me – frowning white eyebrows.
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PSYCHOLOGY OF LOVEI realized that I love you,
because you love me too.
I even start to love you more,
because I want Love itself
to feel that it cannot do without me.
Then – I love you to feel
that I receive
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PAINTING IN THE DREAM ROOM – diptychNow I am unfinished, but trembling,
like a leaf in the wind, beloved.
Now I am a border,
between spring and winter –
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