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From the poem “Twenty One”

December 10, 2008 by · No comments

Daniela Gakeva-Slavcheva

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* * *
Събудих се.
Още един ден.

I woke up.
Another day.
Too bad.

* * *
Паля цигара.
Разгръщам албум на Ван Гог.
Страх ме е.

I light a cigarette.
I open a Van Gogh album.
I am frightened.

* * *
Чувам дъжда.
Мокър е.
Ще се напия.

I hear the rain.
It’s wet.
I’m going to get drunk.

* * *
Бавно полудявам.
Уча се да мълча.

Slowly I am going crazy.
I am learning to keep mum.

* * *
Някъде живее щурец.
Ментата е зелена.

Somewhere lives a cricket.
The mint is green.

* * *
Крача бавно.
Времето спи.
Далече е краят.

I walk slowly.
Time is sleeping.
The end is far.

* * *
Може би ще се върна.
В утробата на майка си.

Perhaps I’ll go back.
Some day.
In my mother’s womb.

Translated from Bulgarian by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer

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