sometimes i eat firesometimes i hold water stillin my palms, sometimes love isin the mess of messy magic secret threads alignthey untangle freely when i give them timesee when fire kisses the bark of woodhow wood releases itself in its essence love too is both our...
white jasmine, rum, ylang ylangsweet vanilla kisses the delicate petals of the bulgarian wild rosecandle wicks do twin and kissmoonheld, i blendnotes of perfumes under the melody of an acoustic guitar intimate, smooth and deep onyxthe sky is now above and all over...
i fall into dreamsrarely jasmine, never stillfabrics, often silk sometimes perhaps seemingly incompletelike the petals of a fuchsia rosescenting the cobblestone streets nights and daysaromas, lean against my skinsoul of a rose, scenting the inner wildlands and i fall...
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...
another summer’s end, another end of a diaryand i still haven’t met youmaybe i’ll light two matchesand throw them in the moon water bowllike my great grand-mother once taught me towill they turn towards each other?or maybe i’ll dry my wild...
silver,as stillmoon waterin a serene cast iron teapot,as a ringunthought, undreamtclothedfrom the ineffable A little more: Today I was playing around with some black and white visual effects with an photo of mine from my beloved sea – ah, I love my sea! And for...
