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translated by Adriana Dacheva   A Devastation of the Imagination   specks of dust in a trance in front of bull-headed, deadly idols   luminous islands […]

Translated by Ivelina Mincheva   we are not good people we don’t call our mothers we don’t have time for our brothers we don’t visit our […]

translated by Daniela Petkova   Escape Fireflies illuminated the sky, like explosions of stars, and we waited for the pain to go away – two souls […]

Translated by Nenko Tsatsarov   look the sun is rising now look it is setting and your face shines or darkens and this is the time […]