With quiet gentle steps, Christmas arrives. And it’s time for magical tales told around the fireplaces. Christmas eve is mystical. It is holy. It is the eve when a child was born, under the brightest star, in the sweetness of a manger and in the loving arms of...
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...
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...