Only for two days at the end of the week

оnly for  two days  at the end of the week  

cherry blossoms rain down and the wind tastes sweet  

on the tip of the tongue

the boys sit on the doorstep

their fingers feverishly twisting 

fine tobacco, springtime and a cigarette filter 

and the sky rises higher and higher

and a cherry leaf glitters 

like a secret love affair 

while 

sweet as a breeze 

I am approaching you.  

Translated by Hristo Dimitrov / Edited by Tom Phillips

The Bulgarian  text first appeared in ‘small letters’ (Janet-45, 2016)