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Translated by Vesela Koeva   What kind of soup did my father love as a child, did he finish his food, what did he hide under […]

Translated by Ivelina Ivanova I asked the sky: “Why am I here?” He swallowed my words, waiting for more. I didn’t know what to add. I […]

translated by Mayre Buyuklieva   i saw a beggar who was drawing and didn’t pretend to be selling the drawings there was no pathetic pose please […]

translated by Aliona Tabunshchyk   evening mist presses against my window it whimpers knocking on the glass it asks to be let in just for a […]