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

***

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.