Stanislava Stanoeva
Photo: leipaf.geo
time dispelled like lightning
Heels hurt from walking
I asked someone for the second shirt
And I felt cold in the scalding hot noontide
I was barefoot and I learnt
To turn objects into primal matter
In the lands of the sinful one, bread sprouted
And I’m still learning to walk on water
Translation from Bulgarian: Svetlana Komogorova – Komata
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