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 rotten notbecause 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...
ask the hawk, he knows how you take my love across wild roses’ bed and tie the bottom corners to my ankles how i feel the fading, the silk, and the sweet scent of the deepening how morning shadows can stretch us, re-shape us, twist us, even tangle us but never break...
he steps into the sea of course he is beautiful, of course i am afraid of the way keeping him a secret makes loving himinevitable i try to convince myselfthat the sun shining in the middle of our nightisn’t shining...
