The night is speaking like a cascade
The night is speaking like a cascade.
She’s knitting filigreed lights and shadows.
Sunk in the deep sea
of Sargasso eyes
I stay quiet and don’t find words.
And the scars on your hand
are fading, in order to burn
in my heart.
Oh, sailboats after a long trip
with all the winds in the sails –
sand is calling you.
But it isn’t death!
Oh, it isn’t the end too!
The hand
is going to knock up a home for you
and in the wide garden
it smells with magnolia and manuscripts…
And I am a sign.
Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova
photo: Dessy Tsvetkova
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