I love you without epithets,
roughly and simply,
I love you without words,
traitorous and truthless.
I love you without I want
nothing in return,
there after the naked nights,
with empty hands and mouth,
where I breathe from your breath
and I eat from your soul.
I love you without synonyms,
entangling and vague.
I love you without say-
"I love you".
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събота, 28 май 2011 г.
неделя, 7 февруари 2010 г.
Under gray fogs
I do not want to be loved,
pain when I doom,
with a name I do not want to be called,
if I can not love,
I do not need to be dreaming,
devoid of feelings when I run.
I do not deserve to be loved,
if I deny myself of this world.
pain when I doom,
with a name I do not want to be called,
if I can not love,
I do not need to be dreaming,
devoid of feelings when I run.
I do not deserve to be loved,
if I deny myself of this world.
неделя, 14 юни 2009 г.
Erotic thirst
Д. Георгиев
Dimitar Georgieff- Dakov
With dry fingers,
with scars of thorns unsatiable,
hidden in furs like parchments,
I go by sense of touch
for your bedding,
I dig a draw well
with tears of excitement.
I can in this desert
from your flower
to squeeze out moisture.
Primary'm with you,
like an adept sculpture,
I compile in you
moisture of flowering.
Thirst as
desert creature
and in your dry clay
I find a padlock,
with fresh stick
I dig your root dry,
to еffuse inside you
my charm with sigh
and your memory for me
not see the end.
Dimitar Georgieff- Dakov
With dry fingers,
with scars of thorns unsatiable,
hidden in furs like parchments,
I go by sense of touch
for your bedding,
I dig a draw well
with tears of excitement.
I can in this desert
from your flower
to squeeze out moisture.
Primary'm with you,
like an adept sculpture,
I compile in you
moisture of flowering.
Thirst as
desert creature
and in your dry clay
I find a padlock,
with fresh stick
I dig your root dry,
to еffuse inside you
my charm with sigh
and your memory for me
not see the end.
неделя, 26 април 2009 г.
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.
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.
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