Friday, 4 November 2016
Dust and Sun
Thursday, 27 October 2016
Hiding heart
Tuesday, 27 September 2016
Cloud of memory -1-
Tuesday, 24 April 2012
Dragon 2
to melt me.
When I first know you,
you loved all in me,
you wanted to give me
your energy,
Instead you put me
in flames of your
heart, imprison my
soul fast,
You wanted to eat
every day piece of me
you liked tasting my
fingers of water.
When you first know me,
my words were fountain
of sparkling emotions,
my love was endless well
of Pure water for you,
When you first know me,
I didn`t see you`re Dragon
with red magic skin,
I was a spring of love,
forever flowing to you
embracing gently your
core of the fire,
but then...you lost
control, you lost
the sweet music of love,
our melody we have created
was broken,
whoever you are,
my Red Dragon, I still
love you,
Just give me back
my song!
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Dragon
in dark red, like the
paint of blood,
There was a moon
and cherry clouds
above. I saw him
flying near the ground.
His scarlet red tail
swirling the air around,
Fire streamed from
his mouth,
all forest -burning in flames,
his eyes -attached to me,
without fear, I breathed
hardly, standing alone,
in my scarlet rose dress,
Silently waiting my death,
Silently wishing the rain
to fall from sky
like a saving holly water,
before me fainting...
Red Dragon came closer
to me. His eyes made
from deep fire wells -
I stretched my hands
to touch his hot face,
I was like little tree
from the forest,
in Love burning.
Friday, 21 January 2011
Existence
your fingers touching my face, blindly...slowly..I`m made from special glass, you say,
you never can touch me inside...but you see inside me..you telling me :your thoughts are transparent, your skin is so thin, i can see the clouds in your head, remember Magritte? I can see the milk in you, the life, the tears, i see your body from inside...
can you feel all this space ? it `s so huge, out of the time...
can you feel my injuries, blood, organs, bones...
can u feel my time, creeping slowly from me.
without even words, the silence between our times
is enough
remember the head of the death woman,
my century? death from stones, open eyes
she was death even before...
this woman could be me, this woman Is me
under the stone pile,
some red strips of blood on her head...
is that me? this is decor ,but for real
theater of our actions, just I don`t see
where is the word : H U M A N
out of time
Wednesday, 19 January 2011
My Ocean 3
My Wind 2
ICE 3

Remembering
her tears drop
on his pale face
her tears -
in his frozen eyes,
no memories,
in his heart,
no passions
in his cold body,
like a beautiful stone
waiting for
its sculptor.
Remembering
This single tear
removed the
piece of ice
from his eye
A W A KEN:
Where I am?
He looked around
her tears flow
like a river -
You are at home,
my heart...
ICE 2

My black strong
wings
moved
your hair -
made you feel
cool puff of
the wind
Your smile
disappear,
from your eyes
flow tears,
I couldn`t
whisper
a word
I`m cool as
death
My black wings
touching
your shoulder,
Forgive me
you wont
feel sadness more
you wont feel
happiness too,
you wont feel
the heat of
the day,
the calmness
of the night,
Come with me
now,
I`ll make you fly
But never look back,
You are mine..
ICE 1

My green
transparent
wings
touching with
dreaminess
your face
your cheeks
made of glass
your mouth
made of marble
your eyes
crystalline
You can`t look
at my smile
it`s enough
you feel my
gentle wings -
I crossed all
this forest,
all sea,
all mountain,
because of you.
But you can`t
see me,
frozen statue...
Friday, 22 January 2010
Femina 8

Birds are
letters
in the sky,
angels
read them
and fly
with them-
we are the flock
from sentences,
read us,
reveal us!
****
The pain
as a red
poppy
in the field
over there,
from the wind
from the wind,
from….
blown away…
****
I`m passing
through the night
with desire.
I can`t be apart
from your
shadow
and your gaze,
your glitter
your silence
sink inside me.
I carry you away. *****
I love you
My violet
Shadow
Sea foam Turned into
Mist.
*****
Statue:
Her hands
are from marble,
they bend
from her
shoulders-
full of life
and brave,
cold
and fine
white fingers,
face,
glancing in
light.
You`re standing
right in front
of me
threatening
staring at me-
your marble eyes
sparkle
a woman
of Michelangelo.
****
And you didn`t
Answer me
And looked away
Over there,
You turned your eyes
To the window
To the street
Why me?
Femina 7

Your temple
beyond the hill
in the purple
forest, you are poured
with green flames
quiet
pieces of glasses
slide on your
surface,
that make you
apart
from me.
****
In red mirror
I see your laugh
your voice
is melting
after me.
****
You`re walking
next to me
walking
in silence,
hidden words
in the trees,
in the evening,
in your hair,
you`re walking
and thinking
in silence.
****
And a music
is spilling away
from your body,
looking tired
with always
wandering
eyes,
the emptiness
is not enough
for you-
freedom.
Femina 5

I said good-bye
to her
and flew away
to sough
where
the colorless
corn fields
run eagerly
into my skin
their growing
yellow
stems- I met her
again on
the morning.
I was kissing him
at the twilight
under the trees,
in the forest,
beyond the hill,
turned into
shadows
leaves.
****
June:
the baby
I feel
it`s nestled
deep inside me
tenderly
humbly
moving with
little hands.
****
Dedicate a song
to me-
a song for
a white
for summer
for winter
for the town
for me-
my face.
Femina 4

piano
swiftly fine
fingers
on the keys
in black-
hands.
****
Come closer
and brake up
the glass
of the window.
traces
in winter path,
small footmarks
across the street,
through the
house
up to the
trash
container.
****
I see you,
I don`t know
how you look like,
how you sound,
how you laugh
how you take off
your clothes,
how you sneeze
how you think-
why I`m seeing you?
Femina 3

you were blown
to me
on the fragrance,
on the thoughts
on desire,
on the grass,
on the cherries,
on the milk,
on the body,
you are swimming
in the air,
carried To me…
*******
Water tank
with water bubbles
the sharp grass
is irritating
my face
bushes with
raspberry
wine
she`s not alone,
her hands
with soft tender
movements
pouring coffee,
pouring warm
water,
pouring milk
concentrated
slowly
without
touching me.
Femina 2

Silence .......
A bell
I stopped
Outside
Inside bell
You became
Deaf.
A memory
In the roses
At the sea
At the station
Travel
Among the
Sand hills,
Memory
Without
Truth
In one song:
Morning in
Light blue
Morning
Pure as a child
******
For a hundred
Time
I imagine
A kiss
With you…
We are melting
In tensed Pieces.
*****
I don`t know
Who is she-
And how she
Looks like
-in red dress.
Her hair is
Soft and wet?)
I don`t believe,
But I desire
My dream,
Child, sea, forest.
**** I`ll sing a song Loudly Hidden under Your clothes.
Femina1

Silence
I feel loneliness
and cold
and wind
and mist
when
the pears
turn into
blossoms.
****
Go on the
Moon path
And where it
Leads you
Is the Sea.
****
In love :
One, sometimes
Strange
Feeling
To the fortuity,
To the need
To the eyes
In green.
****
Almost tears,
But actually
Laughter
And sadness
Where are you?
Tuesday, 5 January 2010
Abstinensia 2

като
дете
спиш
свита
на кълбо
в покой.
Вечер-
В синьо
Като
Цветя
Спим
Тъжни
С чашките
Надолу.
и ти си там
сега,
когато аз-
и ти си там,
завита с
одеало,
мъничка
и тъжна...
а аз сънувам
теб.
Безплодна
Градина
Отвъд
Тишината
Рисувам те
В себе си
С кръв.
на слънцето
на поляната
на твоите
ръце
на тополите
на меланхолията
на екзистенцията
на гълъбите,
събирам в
стъклен съд сълзите си.