We are getting older and yet we are the same full of hope of reaching something which always lays in the future. We apologize to...
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Litany for Dictatorships
For all those beaten, for the broken heads, The fosterless, the simple, the oppressed, The ghosts in the burning city of our...
Our favourite light
In the room in the afternoons through trees through curtains and half closed shutters. Through the shine in my space in waves...
Kambanaria
Festivalul de poezie de la Sofia, din această vară, a rodit întâlnirea a trei poeți care în altă viață vor fi fost „șamani”...
The dogs of Bucharest
Call him a dog. Call me a dog. Dogs are loved in this city. A glance of eyes, a wordless understanding of wilderness. They walk...
Light falls on Sofia
The astonishing brigthness of daily marching on. Nothing disturbs your wisdom. Shadows of silence in sites of sounds. Lighthouses...
How far yet?
Wie weit noch? Auf dem Feld, hinter den Akazien führt ein steiler Weg zu einem einsamen Gaul. Auf der Terrasse zerfällt...
Last day of summer
All these days underwater with violet lips the last exit call by the yellow God no time was counted, just moods shuffled by the...
To whom it may concern
Lithuanians listen to wolfs Lithuanians listen to landscapes Lithuanian is a beautiful language Beauty listens to shyness...
Poems
Tragtraumruhe Eine vage Brise trägt ein Unbekanntes mit und weckt mit einem fremden Flüstern aus der Seichtheit der Tagtraumruhe...
The baby carriage
A woman asked me if I could look after her child for a second: she wanted to go to the store in front of which I found myself by...