Translated by Kristina Valchanova
I Like Watching You
I’m not shooting
I watch you through the lens
you are a little annoyed
I like how you take a bite from the apple
I see the red in your lips
the red in your movements
the autumn in the red and in you
you in the autumn and the red in it
that red, which one can’t see in a photo
I’m not shooting
I can’t shoot what I see
the movement of the shadows on your shoulders and your chest
the branches swaying in the wind and the fruit
the smell of decay
the light that crashes into you and changes you
slowly
instantly
the air
the meadow
the trees
come on won’t you shoot me you ask
why should I
I’m not shooting
I take the camera off you
I leave you the way you are
alive
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I’m looking at the cloud-filled sky I’m smoking
the smoke is blown by the wind
green grasses and trees swaying
birds and wind birds and wind
this is our sanatorium
away from everybody close to ourselves
there’s nowhere to hide it’s real
throe and thorn
revelry and rose
the words quickly fly away and land
the smoke from the cigarette writes down
throe and thorn
revelry and rose
Summer
Now you are a smooth pebble
on the seashore.
Around you the sun revolves,
in your shadow stands an ant.
The butterflies make a breeze for you,
within you rain brings serenity.
The waves revive the rhythm
of the heartbeat
and say to you:
just be,
it’s your time to be human.