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You’ve crossed the globe to be here, yet you can’t take the last few steps. Stone fences speckled with age, salute your long shadow. The smell — musty slate roofs, moist dirt — stretches an arm and waits for you to take it. You remain motionless. Houses outlive us, you think, the paved streets too, those… Continue reading A two-beat waltz
A poem shared between my languages. Над два различни свята хвърлям сянка разделена:покълнах във единият, но в него не живея.във другият живея, но не му принадлежа. Above two different worlds, I cast divided shadow:the one I first took root in, but where I live no longer,the other — where I live, but where I don’t… Continue reading Between two worlds: Между два свята
Rostislava Pankova-Karadjova 