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...
a lantern, solitarylike a fox returning to her den there is time for quietness& there is time for loving i know you understand shy winds tried to keep my dresson skin follow the scent tonight i’ll make a showof full moon wet leaves wrap around the...
