TO MY WIFE

Gloomy day in the stuffy cell,
I am sitting on the bad alone in expectation,
My soul is hurt, it is in pain
I am lost in thought about you.

You don’t care! Why don’t you remember me
The man who inspired in you
The hope for love and tenderness,
Who gazed at you with a gentle glance.

Please, think about me now that I have told you this,
I am guilty!
I have made mistakes.
The prison wall looms between us,
And my memory rests in your gentle glance

Mincho /Bulgaria/

SATURDAY

A day brimming with hope,
A day full of pain,
A day in which you are in my thoughts,
A day in which a solitary memory flickers.

Yes, that’s what you are, Saturday.

Gunaidun /Bulgaria/

L O V E !

Come to me
You belong to me .
See, stars are dancing
When we make love
God is afraid that we will
Create new history for lovers
But in our hearts there is no fears
Look! Angels are crying
They have never experienced such love
But in our hearts is true love.

  Anon /Bulgaria/