Your window
I’m looking at your window. There’s light. I lied. I said I’m looking for new flat to rent. But staring at your window is the only thing I want to do when I get back home. 26.05.2013 Sopot, Bulgaria...
View ArticleМъж на седмицата: Ед Скрейн/Даарио Нахарис
Бях в сериозно колебание дали мъжа на седмицата да е героя или актьора. Ед Скрейн досега не съм имала удоволствието да го гледам в нито една продукция, различна от Game of Thrones, освен това чета, че...
View ArticleFamily
- So you came here to flash your new zirconium ring, pretending you’re married now. – Astrid words were almost gritted through teeth. Hannah took a deep breath before she answer. - Mum, you wore your...
View ArticleWeekly Photo Challenge: The Sign Says
Failure in translation attempt. More The Sign Says interpretations here.
View ArticleThoughts
“I should tell him. I finally decided to escape from home so I can be with him.” “I should tell her. I got tired of waiting. I fell in love with another girl.” 02.06.2013 Sopot, Bulgaria author:...
View ArticleМъж на седмицата: Дан Фойеригел
Няколко уточнения. Първо – нямам бегла идея дали така трябва да се изпише името на отличения тази седмица, това са си чисти предположения, на латински името се изписва Dan Feuerriegel. Актьора е...
View ArticleCheap Blonde Hair
I know you’re after my cheap blond hair. Come on, get closer, make everyone stare. No, I am not a girl that will show any class, just come closer before a better offer pass. I’ll do to you things...
View ArticleМъж на седмицата: Дан Фюрийгъл, втори път
О, да! Дан Фюрийгъл, втори път, този път с ново, и вярвам по-правилно, произношение на фамилията му. Просто разкошна усмивка има този човек, и тъй като сега гледам втори и трети сезон на сериала...
View ArticleNo Fear
Translation in English of this poem of mine. I saw suns. I saw oceans. I lived with no fear. I lived in dramas. I lived for me. And against me. I had a cold breath. And inhaled on time. I had power. I...
View ArticleHeart Touching Poetry
They are three things that would make people cry when they are reading your poetry. First one is to write with an aching heart. Second one is to write when you suffer an aching heart. And the third...
View ArticleNever was
I’m not yours. I never was. I’ve never truly believed. You were not savior, but thief. You didn’t want to earn, only to take. I cried because of that. Then started to fake. 06.07.2013 Sopot, Bulgaria...
View ArticleWeekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgic
Thinking about the old days… More Nostalgic interpretations here.
View ArticleГреховно виолетова
А бяха сребърни мъглите ми, запалени в откраднат миг… Светулки, със дъги преплитани, блестяха в моите очи… И бях ефирна, и безпаметна… Греховно виолетова вечерница… От нощи абаносови подмамена, удавена...
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