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Translated by Kamelia Getovska   I sculpt the stones you throw. They are soft and smooth and warm and become an ornament, just like every cosmos […]

Translated by Kalina Momcheva   Good morning, eyes. Smile. And in your dream, old ladies sold you roots, and your day doesn’t please you. Who makes […]

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 […]