Something from 2011

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Хиляда години те чаках,
но миг още 
няма да мога да стисна зъби!
Оставих те
да пребродиш сама луни и съзвездия,
а аз долу стоях,
под опашките на кометите.
И е време, наляла сили и мъдрост,
забързана
да ме обършеш
от дъжда
метеоритен
и да ме попиташ
дали съм жаден за очите ти...

An exquisite and yet such a gentle pearl... Maria Neykova and the immortal "Two", Ladies and Gents!


When two go walking a road abreast
If path is absent they will not rest
They will roam over this whole wide world.
Oh, I do not want to stay here alone.

When two decide to find a bridge
A life-long sparkle will both them reach
And spark the sorrow far and beyond.
Oh, I do not want to stay here alone.

When these two share one common fate,
If they go struggle in common fight
They will lie sinless into the soil.
Oh, I do not want to stay here alone!

And now - Miryana Basheva, ladies and gentlemen!

As a rock on my shoulders
As a healed over scar
As an old copper penny
As a black widow's scarf
I carry you as an armor
Stuck at birth to my back
Oh, you're heavy, you torture
But you're my promised luck

As an old voodoo magic
As a potion for lust
As a throat-burning spirit
As an ivory dice
All the life cold and craving
Curse and blessing at once
So hello and go, leave me!
Oh, my grueling love...

Някой ден сигурно ще събера достатъчно за стихосбирка от избрани български стихотворения, в мой превод на английски. Засега - Петя Дубарова:

Sometimes I 'come so kind
That I start trembling up to painful
And heavy twined and twisted veins of mine
Start searching for a noble name to name me

Sometimes I 'come so kind!...
The boxwood bushes hug and hide me
Then unimagined childish play
Starts searching for my hands and finds me!

Sometimes I get as pale as amber honey.
Then pale sweet lips so gently love me.
Sometimes I am a golden tournesol flower
As pretty as the look of bonny maiden.

Sometimes I'm white and kind.
Oh, my! I 'come so kind so seldom!
Then I want to give a little dream
To everyone! And all my love

to break to little pieces
and reach so many honest hands. Believe me!
And when I give my juice to someone's stem
I'll keep my secret that I am breathing!

(Petya Dubarova, Kindness)

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i'll be an orgy of colour
into your black and white film
i'll sell you an recurrent future
and buy all your childhood dreams

Happy New Year to littles. To olds. To sleepless. To sleeping ones. To prodigal. To flying. To ones who are happy. To strong. To weak. To reasonable. To the artists. Tp the painters. To dyers. To clowns. To dancers. To miners. To sinners. To wise ones. To able ones. To anxious. To the pains-in-the-ass. To the attractive ones. To the lonely ones. To flirty. To vain. To prosaic. To romantic. To ordinary. To the matchless. To all of us!

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Честита Нова година на малките. На големите. На будните. На спящите. На блудните. На летящите. На щастливите. На силните. На слабите. На разумните. На артистите. На художниците. На бояджиите. На циркаджиите.На танцьорите. На миньорите. На грешните. На вещите. На можещите. На тревожните. На невъзможните. На привлекателните. На самотните. На кокетните. На суетните. На прозаичните. На романтичните. На удобните. На безподобните. На всички нас!

i am...

i am a distant nebula
you're the universe core
that compulsively draws me
into your black hole

i am a stately cathedral
you're a black pagan rite
that awakes long dead gargoyles
to devour the light

i am a silent illusion
you're the scream in my ear
and you scare and confuse me
then you scrag all my fears

i am an overgrown pasture
you are the scorching sun
and when you see me suffer the parching
you worsen the burn

i am a cluster of symptoms
you are the placebo pill
that i am trying to shrink from
whenever you make me feel ill