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translated by Teodora Atanasova   fado is the sound of a string the moment before it breaks the last hand-waving from the curve in the road […]

Translated by Mladen Georgiev   A nuclear graveyard blossoms under my feet.   in the hasty branches I smell the spring and a titmouse.   Compressed […]

Translated by Dessyslava Nicolova   It`s five o`clock after midnight and the bars are empty like the pockets of a ragged pair of trousers discarded on […]

Translated by Denitsa Slavilova   I overturn the thick trees and the roots cry out like birds   I open doors as big as houses I […]