надявам се да ви е интересно и любопитно наоколо - алтернативността не е самоцел, а по-скоро интелигентност и сетивност... за блога
I hope you find your stay here very much to your liking - the world of alternative realities is not an end in itself, but rather intelligence and sensitivity.

сряда, юли 20, 2011

Inventory by Stanka Pencheva

Translated in English by Hristo Boev

If, God forbid, my hour strikes me
Amidst an icy square, or on a heated street -
Somebody will pick up the bag with bread and books
And the official will itemize my things.
A pen. Not golden.
Effaced with use.
It read "Sweetheart"
And: "I object. I don't agree."
A purse. We found that the money...
The money? We knew each other:
I knew the value and I knew how to squander it.
A key. And from a mailbox.
My home. With the flowers, with the little flies in the chandelier
With the short days and the long nights,
With a girl to make everything seem right,
With a picture of a man on the chest of drawers.
And in one drawer - half her life is
We found old tickets -
for the train, for the cinema...
How many roads in your life you have traveled!
When leaving I was all trembling with expectation
And I was glowing with happiness - that I was back.
Till the next setting off.
...and little things: a comb,
perfume, a mirror...
I was not pretty. But loved I was. Till the end.
To the last unfinished thought.
Here the inventory ends. Seal.
And the man does not know
that he has inventoried my whole life.

Опис на вещи - Станка Пенчева

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