Two lovely eyes By Peyo JavorovTranslated by Lubomira Kourteva Two lovely eyes. The spirit of a child in two lovely eyes; — music — sun rays They don’t expect anything and they don’t promise… My soul is pleading, child, my soul pleading! Passions and...
Love’s only destiny is to fulfill itself, and it always will, and it always does. “It was a day in March. Never, never begin a story this way when you write one. No opening could possibly be worse. It is unimaginative, flat, dry and likely to consist of...
Enchantress By Peyo JavorovTranslated by Lubomira Kourteva My soul is a humble captive,captivated by your soul! – a captive,is my soul in your two quiet eyes.My soul adjures and begs of you:it begs; – and I look at you; – a century has passed…A silent...
You will be in white By Peyo JavorovTranslated by Lubomira Kourteva You will be in white – with an olive branchand like an angel you will be in a white dress…And I think today: the world is not rottenbecause you are in it, it’s your home.So there! I...
Female Blood By Dora GabeTranslated by Lubomira Kourteva Female blood …The blood that createsworlds of tenderness,sorrow and glory,thoughts about the night,the pain from everything,from jealousy to death,pagan love.Pagan to believeand to hide in pagan waysfrom...
Snow fell here in the far north covering our streets in its white tenderness. In winter, we find ourselves in a time of keeping warm, in the space within, contained for love, peace and clarity. The sun is rebellious, especially in snow it always wins. And then it...
