The simple things

The simple things.

Talking till exhaustion.

Staring at the clouds and the ants. 

Casting upon the water

the bread of desolation.


Translated by Hristo Dimitrov / Edited by Tom Phillips

The Bulgarian  text first appeared in ‘Wings Made of Papier Mâché ’ (Janet-45, 2019)

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