Friday, March 4, 2016

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 thats 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

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