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February 3, 2018

He who travels
Will never be the same
No matter if far oversees 
Or to the town across the river
It’s step by step
The traveler treads new ground
Beats prejudice
Makes personal victories
For each trip is different
And so the traveler is different
He now knows
What was...

February 3, 2018

The man whistles sad songs in the morning
And when he’s had wine in the evening
He sings them aloud
Not always sad
Sometimes about love
Although that too can be sad
There is no one to listen 
But the pictures of old friends on the chimney
He wipes away a tear
And think...

January 29, 2018

Птиците се връщат от юг
И слънцето изгрява от изток 
Както бабата пали печката за пореден път

На селото покрай реката
Под топлото слънце

И бялата луна

Всеки ден е различен 
През зимен студ 
Или лятна жега

А животът пак е същият 
Хлябът мирише хубаво 
И ракията е силна


November 26, 2017

Marko stared through the window

He had lived alone for a while

Looking after himself

It was not a massive task

He got it done, the dusting, washing and ironing

Sometimes the silence hit him like a storm

But more often he felt a serene sense of peace

With or without company, M...

November 25, 2017

It had been a year since Stoyan last went to the village bar.

And so he walked there. He had a beer and greeted the ladies.

They greeted him. And so did some men.

And he sat alone. On a squeaking bar stool.

It seemed most people knew him. They were unsure where from.

He had...

November 16, 2017

Viktor walked outside and sat down by the pond

He thought long about his girlfriend

Studying abroad far up north

The bright moon lit the garden and Viktor lit a cigar

A warm summer evening

He looked once more at the moon

It felt closer than the girl was

And then he texted her


November 15, 2017

Roman overlooks the village

And wipes the sweat of his hands

His thougts all over the place

The house untidy as ever

He survives day by day

As he walks by the fields

And sometimes he feels lonely

But it never lasts long

With his neighbours close by

Right on the next farm

He wate...

November 15, 2017

Vlado’s pen moves across the paper

His morning writing

He does it each day

As his coffee is brewing

And his wife is away

His words are deep

So are his thoughts

About life and love

Or tragedy and sadness

He lights candles on his desk

Even through the light of day

He sips coffee sl...

November 14, 2017

Morning sun rays hit the Lake Lagoda waters

Lighting up the room Dmytri Zolotov of Archangelsk sleeps in

He awakes and gets dressed, combs his beard with a brush

Outside Valaam monastery, thick mist covers the lake

Dmytri washes himself, pushes his boat off onto the water


November 8, 2017

Ripe grapes on the vines, rain drops running down them.

Little spiders, hiding behind green leaves.

Grape pickers ready for harvest, it’s only just dawn.

Mist covers the fields, the air is chilly.

Pickers sipping their coffee, overlooking the fields.

They’ll handpick the gr...

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