Tanya Kolyovska
Photo: lepiaf.geo
We did not have much time.
The stooped back wind
(we are all of us maimed)
showed the road in the woods.
The silence made us look like shadows
that had ruined their bodies.
We wanted to feel our skin
and become one whole with it again.
… Sincere, we strictly followed the track.
The air was ripping off its face
[...]
Tanya Kolyovska
Photo: Ctd 2005
For Krassi
I
The rainbow loses
all stability
if you hurl it belly down.
II
The street was expressive –
with shades in the eyes
and the spilt over skies.
III
A talking olive tree.
Translated from Bulgarian by Valentin Krustev
Tanya Kolyovska
Photo: normanack
Carmen looks like a little old wife
now used to what comes in her life.
But her turkey mate stomps,
he’ll split the earth
because that’s the way he makes love.
Tanya Kolyovska
Photo: Joe Shlabotnik
Across a well of autumn rays
The street sets out
For the sky.
The trees stream down molten.
Homeless dogs
Warm the sidewalk.
The shadows vanish.
Tanya Kolyovska
Photo: shinealight
Men, somehow,
Don’t call forth memories in me.
Diligent, obedient,
Devoted.
Counter clockwise.
Tanya Kolyovska
Photo: Mzelle Biscotte
Children
With eyes like wastelands
In scraped out faces, swirled
Away from our innocence,
In the outskirts of the world.
Tanya Kolyovska
Photo: twoblueday
The cypresses,
ah, the cypresses –
slender shadows
of radiant souls.
Translated from Bulgarian by Valentin Krustev
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