Peycho Kanev writes

I am

I am the man lying comfortably in these lines

I am the one picking spider webs off the clockwork of the Universe

I am а person in front of the mirror smoking his pipe

clenched fist with dirty fingernails, that is who am I

snapping mouth singing soft lullabies that’s who am I

I am а roaring lion playing with a ball of black yarn

broken beads dancing in the fairy tale, that is me

I am all

without it I am nothing. 

 

 Translated Dreams -- Linda Sue Kocsis