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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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Tell me who i was


when i try
to avoid dying
i cannot
prepare for my past

"i have been"
i will not be able to say
"I have been"
that i am
i cannot clarify

my death makes
that my past is
created
an erected monument
for close supporters
the club of what doesn't stay forever

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