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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 […]

Translated by Vesselina Tasseva   the airplanes stitch the skies and disappear if they can heal its wounds then I can leave you   *** its […]

Translated by Dilyana Georgieva   Before, while walking in the dark so as not to lose my way, I stared not straight ahead but at the […]