Chimneypoetry
death loneliness
these are just two... Продължете
On swarms of ladybirds
spring Anna’s...
On swarms of ladybirds
spring Anna’s dreams –
river pebbles play,
the rivers flow in circles and smile,
the sky is an orb from which life flows,
the earth is an orb from which death flows,
but they are gone
in Ana’s dreams
the frogs know many games
and in dreams they leap like giants
the forest leaves that Anna has not yet seen
each like a mute eye warning of something inevitable,
but it is not there in Ana’s dreams
Ana’s hands dance in the dream,
white devils make sounds
of born disobedience
and Ana answers them,
she looks up in a dream, startled –
holy is the path for Ana
by which dreams watch,
the people go in and out without asking
and in her dreams Ana does not answer them
as if they don’t exist
death loneliness
these are just two... Продължете
translation Maria... Продължете
It was a doorbell like any... Продължете
…When was his coming out?…
One... Продължете
the tree – elegant gentleman
head... Продължете
You know, It’s weird, before I... Продължете
ttu sei quell’uomo che non esiste... Продължете
We had to fix the lantern... Продължете
Earth as an apple
I little... Продължете
in Kultura from 5.11.2005
3 questions... Продължете
