The sea has put on its newest clothes
with fluffy ribbons made of blue waves
making the rims with little beads mode
sewn with the sunny needles embrace
Its skirt is so long down to its ankles
it reaches the yellow sands of the beaches
like a flamenco colorful dancer
it has pre-summer soft windy features
The sky is watching madly in love
above the wooden house of old Sozopol
somewhere above the horizon line
the waves are kissing the clouds ...a lot of ...
The opposite of the superstition
(of the broken mirror)
Just a little bit more, just a bit more
just a couple of Moons...time will come
the mirror will crack on pieces on floor
and our reflections will be over and done
A thin ray will be drawing your silhouette
or maybe It will be done in a second
It'll grab You , as well as me heart soft and wet
The most wanted and desired man, I reckon
I will be able to beliece in his eyes
he will believe that I have my wings
we'll be learning together to love without lies
just a bit more , LOve, stay , to learn all these things...
Why're you looking for me in the white sheets of paper ?
I am simply not there , I'm not there at all
although they are my haven, my port and my savior
because I haveve written there my soul
can't you see their whiteness, incessantly pure
can't you see how much white they are in fact
I have written a lot, but one thing's for sure
white colour's not for me , I can't leave it intact
I don't exist in the dream of the daisies
Nor can I be found in the long path of rainbow
In the sun -I am not , nor in the rain crazy
(I was there a while , But I decided to go)
In the transparent flight of dragon flies,
in a handful of wind - thrown over the chimneys ...
in the dots of the ladybirds and in butterflies
I've lost myself in this world though I'm whimsical
You don't know where I am ...Where're you loooking for me?
But when You find me , please shelter me tender
My hands will remember you ,and will recognize thee*
Though I've long forgotten what name God has sent me ...
Аз още те очаквам там -
на малка уличка,
в незнаен град...
Сезонът винаги е лято.
И винаги вали дъжда.
А аз те чакам още там...
Дъждът вали.
Дъждът рисува
как под небесната вода
мокри до кости
със теб се целуваме.
I still wait for you there
in a tiny street
in a small unknown town...
The season is summer
always - hot and I dare
to wait for you still
when the rain's falling down
The rain is falling
and the rain is drawing
a picture of us-
you and me
the way we're kissing
the way we're soaring
above the sky rainbow
wet as we can be ...
This falling of colours in the middle of May
simply re-wrote my sky - now it's yellow
on the outline of this blue sunny day
the aroma of Sun sprinkled , like billow
All the rays had the sweet taste of pure honey
they were trickling down from my cherry lips
and I couldn't remember rainy or sunny...
or early or late was my sunshine-eclipse ...
I was so silent, I was drinking the Sky
in an amber and sunny holly seclusion
If you kiss me right now,I'll probably fly
my taste you will feel -it is summer fusion ...
Ще мина тихо покрай теб.
/Аз днес съм въздух.
И като въздух съм съвсем невидима./
За малко ще се спра в ръцете ти.
Съвсем безплътна.
И тихо ще прошепна името ти.
Със пръсти ще погаля устните ти.
И слепоочията.
И сигурно тогава ще усетиш...
В зениците ти бавно ще се спусна-
малка точка,
в най-тайната кутийка на сърцето ти...
I'll pass quietly just near You
Today I'm the air
I'm invisible ,srystal
For a while I will stop
in your hands - gentle, true
without any outlines
your name I will whisper...
I'll caress your lips with my fingers
and your temples I will touch
at this moment You'll feel what I'm bringing
a small dot in your pupils ( which is so much )
then I'll linger in you, and I'll stay not to part
in the most secret box , deep down in your heart...
Don't draw
any clouds , any flowers
I want you to draw me
a puff of the wind
Don't draw me sunshine
rainbow colours
I want their reflections
in the river that sink
Don't utter with words
those silent things
that are so pretty
in all things unseen
Because all the little
wonders supreme
cannot be caught
...transparent and thin ...
Is it because of my tiredness,
or just like that but ...
Somewhere,
beetween a headache and a bar of chocolate
by the rusty plaits of the sun going down
a thought for You comes, the Night becomes quiet
and I feel like No-Moon, with emptiness all around...
And The Moon is high there, She's turned her own back
conducting a choir of stars for the others
there's silence in all stars, and brightness they lack
like some doves on the roof - sleeping like brothers
Now - there's a dream that agrees with my thoughts
and it's hiding beneath my woman's eyelashes
it will leave in the dawn, tired with what He's brought
But I'll be staying invisible ( next to ashes )...
Къщите
слагат новите си пролетни шапки -
оранжеви, червени, тук-таме розови,
забождат в тях вместо цветя
комини, антени и понякога птици
и тръгват на разходка
по надвечерните улици.
Не виждам краката им
и плохите на пердетата им.
Виждам само шапките им,
надничащи между
зелените прически на дърветата,
защото в момента упражнявам
еквилибристика
по някакво въже, което даже
не е въже, а кабел,
опънат между два блока.
Една къща има шапка с котка.
Отива и.
This poem has passed under the rain
on the alphalt its words were whispering
the trees had spread it leaves again
gathering its rolling drops crystal...
The windows with their open eyes
were writing lines upon their palms
some smiling sparrows jumping twice
were wet and bristling but looking calm...
This poem has passed under the rain
I stretched out my hand. I wanted to take it.
so when you turn up ...I'll give it to You
so spring and rain-like (I will be able)...
From all the evenings under my lashes
form all the birds that have flown in me
From the bluish at dusk, when daylight crashes
I have become just like a sea ...
I am so careless and sleepless with tides
With my hands I'm drawing onto the sand
Collecting sea-shells, stars, Full Moon-lights
And the steps of Somebody :-) onto the strand...
I cannot remember when I slept for the last...
I seems it's not easy to be a blue sea
The sky today promised to play a melody (brass)
The tenderest lullaby ( It will send for me ...)
You're watching through your tears
...the world is trickling down
like a water-colour, the drawing's so near
and the wings of the birds flutter undone
... (they slide on the body on the dry sky)
The sunset is raining on very thin streams
leaving its footprints under the town
on the steps of a wonder that yesterday brings
blossoms of cherries are falling down
All the colours are turning softly in blue
your lips are salty, the sea's made them so
the world falls asleep in your drawing - so pure
in several tears ,wake it not...now it's whole...
Точно там, на ъгъла на пролетта,
на няколко пресечки преди лятото,
ще погледна към теб. За секунда ще спра.
И ти ще помислиш, че навярно съм вятър.
Ще премрежиш очите си, за да видиш добре.
/Или да не влизат във тях песъчинки./
А пък аз ще разроша със немирни ръце
тишината в косите ти. И така ще си ида.
Ще стоиш точно там, съвсем неразбрал
вятър ли беше, момиче ли беше...
А над тебе небето ще направи дъга
от дъжда във очите ти. И лъчите в сърцето.
Right over there, on the corner of Spring
some crossings before the summer has come
I'll look at you ,and maybe I'll wink
and you'll think the wind this thing has done
You will half-close your eyes , to see me better
(or just not to let the sandy grits get inside)
I'll dishevel the silence in your hair, (make it wetter)
and then I will leave , without any sign...
You willl be standing ,not knowing at all
if It was a girl or the wind naughty fly
and the sky over you will create a rainbow
from the sunshine in your heart,
........and the rain in your eyes .......
The Moon tonight is very low -
it hardly reaches the waist of the Sky
and It seems to me close ,so near, so
that I can touch her , I don't have to fly
With my fingers I'm drawing onto her cheeks
three little white and tender daisies
and its round and Full-Moon shines timidly, bleaks
into the pupils of my eyes ( so much crazy )...
And I become so just like mid-night
and I am secretly smiling to You
You may not know it (but it is right)
you've fallen in love with me ,it is true....
If you are expecting me, It means I exist
and I'm not а whim , made by the hot Sun
I'm not a snow Angel, which melts ,but resists
nor a road one-way only, without turning around
If you are expecting me, It means I am real
and I have the taste of raspberry jam
I am - like the sunrise ,spreading by its hot wheel
all the words over chimneys ,creating a dam
If you are expecting me, then, I'll surely come
because the rest is simply beyound all belief
and I will love you - endlessly ,because I've swum
to the sky and then back (it's my only relief)
Однажды, мой погаснет свет...
И я уйду с дороги странной,
На островке оставив след
Ещё живой... но виртуальный...
Где всплеском памяти - волна,
Взорвётся тысячью искринок
И схлынет... Бросит тишина,
Вслед за волной застывший снимок...
И опустеет островок...
И песни грустные, сонеты -
Укроет времени песок.
Умрут закаты и рассветы.
А может... всё же, не умрёт
Заря, где жить мечта осталась...
Где муза ночи напролёт
С поэтом плакала, смеялась...
И кто-то сохранит в душе
На память - островок, как фантик...
Где жил с мечтою в шалаше
Последний, видимо, романтик.