Conditions of Body and Mind After You Turn Thirty
Translated by: Igor Isakovski and the authorMy generation doesn't care about history. On Sofia streets they forgot The dead body [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 May 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 42|0 Comments
Translated by: Igor Isakovski and the authorMy generation doesn't care about history. On Sofia streets they forgot The dead body [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 May 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 42|0 Comments
Translated by: V. MirandaThe man in love wants to be the woman he loves, He says: with me to the [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:22+00:00 March 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 41|0 Comments
Translated by Jovana StojkovskaWhen is this “Indian summer” outside going to end that’s threading even under my trousers? When is [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:22+00:00 March 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 41|0 Comments
At the end of the year the stars go out the air stops breathing and the Sibyl sings first she [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 March 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 41|0 Comments
Translated from the Serbian by Novica PetrovićOne does not build a house collecting cutlery even though a few extra spoons [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:23+00:00 January 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 40|0 Comments
each day a legendary search for the lost cry of children in the woods each day a woman leaves her [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:22+00:00 January 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 40|0 Comments
It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. Or sunshine, love, salvation. It could you know. That's [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:24+00:00 December 1st, 2004|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 39|0 Comments
(from the book "Biography of Our Love")1. I love you with kindness when you do everything to make me fall [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:23+00:00 December 1st, 2004|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 39|0 Comments
A man doesn't have time in his life to have time for everything. He doesn't have seasons enough to have [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:24+00:00 September 1st, 2004|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 38|0 Comments
Translated by: Elizabeta Žargi and Timothy Liu*** He arrived late, as usual. No grounds for harmony any longer. Things had [...]