Boriana Bogdanova – Marks of pain
Our state of the soul can only be described in words of life and death. On the rim of our thoughts we are forced to keep the nightmares on leash. Finally we make up time in Boriana Bogdanova poems to […]
Our state of the soul can only be described in words of life and death. On the rim of our thoughts we are forced to keep the nightmares on leash. Finally we make up time in Boriana Bogdanova poems to […]
We gently invite the night into our minds with every verse. After the darkness we can finally meet the sunrise at the bottom. Then our shadows become different as we wait in the silence full of emptiness. Welcome the dark side […]
We pick the flowers with pure hearts. However the elexir of life froze in the winter of our hearts. Then we need to wait for a brighter morning that can be found in the distance of Vessislava Savovas’ haibuns. Alex […]
„If I can give any stylistic definitions of my writing in cactus, I think I’ve always been looking for words to pour out of me just as musicians play jazz. I wanted the naivety to be radical, as in one […]
The dawn is burdened with our hopes. Then it falls and we become martyrs on the black planet. We wait for the glorious arrival and only our feathers are left unharmed in the newest translations of Georgi Slavov. Alex Arnaudov […]
„What’s distinctive in Erik Davidkov’s poems is his felt presence. He doesn’t just observe, as poets do, but also allows us to observe him, honestly. Him and those close to him, his family, friends, and painters he admires. He shows […]
The triumph of life is contained in each breath of life that surrounds us. We see the blossoms of nature in every line of the first translations for today – Haiku by Vessislava Savova. The words create a mirror image of […]
“ The miracle of life is of increasing interest to me, „explains his recent apocalyptic verses, the university lecturer Dr. Petar Kanev, a cultural, religious and social anthropologist, and a prominent environmentalist. His poetry is in light years far from […]
The wisdom crumbles in the falling rays of our shadows. We see the setting of a thousand suns as the love flies aways in the sky that gets smaller. We become foreign to ourselves in the newest translations of Georgi […]
The flowers bloom only in the garden inside our hearts. After that they wither with love before we become ashes. We drown in the future that can only be found in between the lines of Boriana Bogdanovas’ translations for the […]