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Ella habla
en la distancia
frunciendo el ceño cerca
no todo está interpretado
en lenguaje liquido
de marea alta a marea baja

u otra marea
a veces se mantiene debajo del velo
flotando en 
un sonido susurrado

donde el deseo
de una fruta cuestionable (curiosa)
esta enamorado de una forma 
como dentro del corazón de una novia

la beso a ella
delante a ríos tempranos 
a sus ojos no le gusta tocarme
no estoy permitido acercarme más

vive bajo un cielo paradisiaco
con una fina capa de nubes
con un abanico de colores de blanco a escarlata

la dejo soñar libremente
interpretando su individualidad

translated into Spanish by Carmen Franco

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Esta noche



esta noche eran suaves
y tan tierno
su fuzz me tenía
en el poder
me acarició con la pluma
Te quiero con mi viejo abrigo

luz de la luna tocado...
líneas curvas de luz
y mis manos se sentían
calidez íntima
y mientras me movía
era natural de influencia

Rosa Maria Sanchez Pacheco (translation)
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W leglo ot cvetya


Malko momiche w leglo ot cvetya
Milva, laskae svoite nejni bedra
A s tozi lek puh (pardon za stila)
Mi napomnia bone sas voal
Blenuvan miraj
Ne izdarjam ne sum ot metal

Zagasi svetlinata
Krehka nejnost
W angelski tanc
Bih dokosval I az
Tozi nein venec na starstta

Kade da te sreshtna
W koya kartina stoysh
Chista I graciozna
Kade dalech bi mogla da lejish
Ne nyamam shans
Bih kazal az.

translatian : Illiana

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sarah, my fire my smoke


surrounded by green-petalled hedges
on an undulating field
while twilight
is approaching

her pallbearers
who she has loved
are stepping through
finely ground gravel
to lay down
her tender resting body
on broken brushwood
her last earthly stay

i also bear
what she bore
in all silence
as she never
asked for it
our tragic chilliness

a muggy wind
incensing her naked body
already stiff
disburdened form external appearance

yet she is like this
the beautiful silent dead
who merges in fire and smoke
the fume
that joins heaven and earth
a bond of eternal pain

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Paradise


my thoughts are so often
captured by expexctations
as if you if you will come by after all
but why does my soul still stay
always calling for its ideal
why do i remain, human, dreams

do i want to forget with pleasure
what has always been
and through my grief
has been eaten up so many times
so that i escape from what has been
and only allocates hope to me

i live the dream of eden
spring of streaming love
it makes me live today
i see the unmistakable beauty
come follow me
to the smiling happyness

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