Translated personal poetry

Lost

Dimitar Georgieff - Dakov

In your eyes there is none,
no moisture nor pity,
in your lips there is no strenght
no one is your ruler,
I am a slave weak,
In your embrace
there is no proximity,
in your hands no desire.
I wonder what power
lose your soul.


You are beautiful

Dimitar Georgieff - Dakov

You are beautiful
when
being kind,
and you are kind
when being wounded,
the heart which you have opened,
You fly inflexible,
in your pride and strenght.
You are beautiful
when being kind.

Sei bello
quando
essere gentile,
e si gentile
quando sono feriti,
il cuore che avete aperto,
È volare inflessibile,
nel suo orgoglio e la forza.
Sei bello
quando
essere gentile.