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….and I tried to write just the way did before…
But there was something , something, somehow…
Not letting my thoughts go….
Something really changed in the core of my soul
Something has become stale…empty
There was some kind of lack of thought flowing in the air
I wasn’t really the same,I couldn’t write
I couldn’t feel enough to write
I lacked of thought again to write
Writer withouth a soul is like a bird with no wings
Writer withouth the inspiration
Writer closed in an empty castle
Lost the passion of the creation
Izgubil jelanie da tvori, jelanie to jivee
Sus zatvoreni ochi jiveq, nqmam kakvo da kaja
Nishto ne vijdam I chustvam samo samota
S nishto ne jiveq osven sus sueta
Vglejdam se vuv ogledalo koeto ne me e vijdalo taka
Izgubena, dusha opojarena I samotna
Blqsuk nqkude izguben vuv noshta
Surce oprazneno I jalko
Sushtestvuvane bezdushevno I bez smisul
Spomeni cvetni I dale4ni sledvat me
Lice izpisano s tuga, spomnq si za tezi dni
V koito mojeh da pisha, izskreno I poetichno
No veche nqma den I nosht
Vsi4ko e edno I bezlichno, kato men
Nqma kap4ica strast iz tezi redove
Vsi4ko e bezinteresno, I sqkash
Moga da izpisha tonove bez da spra
I vseki red shte e kato predishniq
Poeta v men izgubi se, stanah prosta
Nqmashta kakvo da kaje na sveta
I chudq se zashto gubq vremeto na sebe si
I vas koito chetete tozi bezmislen stih

Idle

It was chilly evening of the summer end
The little town was idle, awaiting for the cold to take its glow
Streets were quieting between the gray concrete of medieval buildings
While autumn breeze was waggling the evergreen trees
Sharp rays were breaking the stagnant air of that room
Dust was flying from the window overlooking, the streets, the busses…the idle souls of this town
And there is a shadow of a girl, standing by it for a moment of fresh breath
From the smoke weaving towards the high typical old building ceiling
More and more smoke flowing in and out her lungs... leaving her breathless
But she carried on smoking, listening to every palpitation of her heart
Inhibiting every effort of the oxygen to battle the poison in her body
Watching the walls going yellowy green and waiting for the night to fall

The black hex hit and turned the little town into a dark shadow
Narrow windows flickered with little vague light…
Trying to break through the heavy, suffocating autumn fog
Time, there and then was lagging through the long night
Clocks were ticking with exhausted arrows,
While the small town was slowly falling asleep
Last busses were roaring heavy through the empty streets
Harbingering the forthcoming serenity of the night
Windows were slowly burning out like dyeing stars
Until there was only one more left ……
Streets went even quieter, when the last bus trailed down the road
Benighted shadows creeped between the stalled buildings …
Trying desperately to escape the black mantle of the night
There was only one flat still awake
One window still alive
One light hardly flickering…and a shadow stood by it
With dense smoke coming out of it and burning end shining in the dark
A thin figure of a woman, enjoying the peacefulness around,
Engulfing the suffocant wet air coming from the window….

Kolko e studeno v 4erupka ot kristali
Vuv voina sus sebe si veseki suvesten den
Stavam vse po bezsuvestna
Vsqka cennost gubi bezcenie
Vsqka nejnost grubo me boli
Vsqka strast v mig me vledenqva
Vijdam krasivoto lice izpisano s tuga
Vijdam sqnkata I grqh v edna snaga
Podtisnala jelanieto za slast!
Obich li e kaji ili luja sebe si kaji!
Obich vuv tranzit, poredna spirka
Vlak pogreshen vlachi se bez duh
Prsez rujdqsali metalni linii
Otivaiki kum stAri I trivialni mestava
Prevozva se su6tite ne6tasni hora
Vqrvashti vuv su6tite bezumni gluposti
Kolko mi e smeshno, vozq se tam az pak
Vqrvam si bez kap4ica sumnenie

Mirror with 2 sides
reflecting every shadow
in my shadowless face
face scared of all this disgrace
beging for relief in its reflection
looking for peace in its reflecton
searshing for the one- in this reflection
this is how shes dieing in her crystal eyes
this is how shes beging for you to see her
this is how she pleases herself only
this is how you see her- this is how she will be
crying in the captivity of her own reflection
the more she wants , less she seems to get
everyday in that face, less it is to see
how come
how come
how come
cruel is as poison on its own
the reflection disorted, hungry for eyes and hands
sliping underneath the warmest skin
searching for the warmest touch in the world
to fucking wake me up!!!!
From that senseless dream I’m having
That senseless dream I used to enjoy
Closed in the castle of my perceptions
Flatered, blinded by so many of my epty reflections
Crystal face, fake tears and joy
Lacking of things feeling like a toy
OF MY OWN GAME INDEED
Shame, I was afraid to admit………..
Covers lieing with the cold body of someone
She’s beautiful I had to admit
Lieing with the cover wraped around her neck
Rubbing her face against the pillow
She doesn’t sleep again
Shivers when she thinks
Bed gets so uncomfortable and cold
Sheets scratch her from underneath
Shes alone but not
There;s someone breathing from the other side
Does she know who that is?
Is he sleeping is he dreaming deeply
Is he feeling her agoni underneath
Does he feel a hot body getting so cold
Is he dreaming
Is she sleeping
Does she touch her self in frustration
Does it feel bad that way
She took her fingers out and bit her lips again
Squeezed her eyes tight so she doesn’t see
She’s disguisted by her self!
Does she disturb herself from pain
He doesn’t know how it feels that way
And the clock keeps spining showing crazy hours
The sun rises up, enlightning her exausted bodytot
Red eyes close quetly and open again
Staring at the plain ceiling ….

Tango

Колко красив е танца на ноща
Преплетен в две тела- прелестни лица
А ритъма изящен като падащи листа
Нежно прелитащи през пустата гора

Как блестят сред есенната мъгла
Две падащи звезди
Как сливат се в едно и изтичат като восък
Все по жадно от преди

Това сме аз и ти изчерпали отново сили
От танца наподобяващ листопад
А дърветата останаха по-голи и от есента
От танца, който и след края бихме продължили


How beautiful the dance of the night is
Weaved in two bodies- charming faces
And the rhythm- graceful as falling leaves
Gently drifting through the deserted forest

Weaving in the gentle rhythm of this tango
Shadowing the autumn stage
Two bodies are rambling with the beat
Of the virtuous performance

One spark was enough to set us on fire
Your breath- heavy ,brought me to my knees
Autumn wind, strong was enough
To keep me holding on to you

Your eyes, bright as stars, clear as drops
Bashfully observing every move
Your hands, soft as cotton
Absorbing every drop my body released

And we danced restlessly whole night,
the next one as well
Swerving with the melody
Of the beautiful dance called Tango

midnight revelation

Like a tattoo hollowed in my heart
You will stay forever

Like a dream at night, that forgets to come my side
You will keep me awake

You make me happy in my empty shell
Like a clown would make a child

You dig a hole again and again in my senseless skin
Like a squirrel to a tree

You think I’m not happy- you are wrong
I’m more than glad cuz you are gone

You think I’m weak because I cry
You are wrong- I’m strongest in my tears

You think you’ve turned me into ash rolling on the floor
You are wrong- I’m just resting

I might be dead in your foolish eyes
You are wrong- I’m a phoenix just resurrected from the dust

You showed me how deep love can be
But you missed really to be with me

You think I can’t live without you
But I can finally breathe….

Тайната ми

Locked in the lust of my mind
I’m seeking for this chapter again
The one we wrote – crossing each other’s way
The one we drew in the shadow of the night
Locked and weaved in our seeking flesh

The beautifully unreal dream soaked with passion and flame
The awfully confusing game causing me pleasure and pain
How much will it cost me to have it all again
What will we loose , feeling the same
Will we break away and blow out the blaze
Instead of coming back for more of this affair

The burden is stuck deeply in my throat
My skin is burning of your voluptuous touch
My stomach flips over from each and every push
Are you feeling it too, tell me for true
Or am I having only another erotic déjà vu