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Birth and Death of the Trivial Kind

There is magic in birth and death. In birth, the magic is in the enormous potential of the unknown. When you look at your newly born child, there is no way you can know what he or she will become. Later on, you might have some glimpses of their future selves, but in that very first moment, all that there is, is hope, the potential for greatness. It is very similar, and yet very different at the same time, when we look at death. On one side, it is the end; on the other it is the beginning for something new. But above all, it is an opportunity for closure. Even in the very last moment of a life, the dying person can say or do something that could change the lives of the ones present. A simple look sometimes can make us see things in a different light. I will never forget my dad’s last days. We took him to a terribly expensive and a terrible private hospital in Bulgaria. I had the feeling that the staff there only wanted to extract the maximum amount of money from us without giving much b...

Unpathetic Confession

 

UNPATHETIC CONFESSION



Before I kissed you

I wanted to tell you

who I was.

But I couldn’t 

because we kissed out of the sudden.

So now,

when the golden waves of your hair 

wash on me -

listen.

I hadn't been called in a long time

the best man in the world

I had forgotten how 

to be good.

My past

is the past of a romantic adolescent,

who danced on tables and roofs -

because there is nothing more boring

than the safety surface

of the dance floor.

I often fell

and lost my balance

due to excessive sincerity.

I grew up in train stations, restaurants and bus stops

and I dreamed

my dreams in hotels .

I have no permanent residence

neither I want to have one

because I fear the power of things,

the fixed horizon of the windows

and people with fixed horizons…

Whether I walked to the end of bare roads

whether I collected too little

or I wasted too much -

now I own nothing else

except myself

except the quiet desire

to give myself to the last atom.

If that's enough for you -

let the golden waves of your hair wash over me.


Stefan Tsanev








НЕПАТЕТИЧНА ИЗПОВЕД

Преди да те целуна,

исках да ти кажа

кой съм.

Но не успях,

защото се целунахме внезапно.

Затова сега,

когато ме залееш

със златните вълни на косите си -

изслушай ме.

Отдавна не бяха ме наричали

най-добрият човек на света

и аз бях забравил

да бъда добър.

Моето минало

е миналото на един романтичен юноша,

танцувал върху маси и покриви -

защото няма нищо по-скучно

от безопасната повърхност

на дансинга.

Често падах,

губех равновесие

от прекалена искреност.

Аз отраснах по гари, ресторанти и автостанции

и в хотели сънувах

своите сънища.

Нямам постоянно местожителство

и не искам да имам,

защото се плаша от властта на вещите,

от неподвижния хоризонт на прозореца

и от хората с неподвижни хоризонти…

Пусти пътища ли извървях,

малко ли събрах,

или пък много разпилях -

но сега не притежавам нищо друго

освен себе си,

освен тихото желание

да се раздам до последния атом.

Ако това ти е достатъчно -

залей ме

със златните вълни на косите си.

 




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