Thursday, December 15, 2011

ME: Love like blood



Love like blood
is spilling around me,
it runs in my veins
and it freezes in my heart.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Prose bites: ME: Miserable in your happiness; happy in your misery


Night time Kaisaniemi, Helsinki, Finland

He once turned to her in his alcoholic delirium and asked her:

- Do you know why I smoke? – He was waiting for her reaction, but as she just kept staring at him, he went on. – Because I was broke… Flat broke you know… And heartbroken too… And completely mind-screwed, you know…

She sat back in her chair as only then she realized that this conversation was not going anywhere… Or at least nowhere nice that is. Yet, she gave some time to the marinated brain in front of her to clear from the ethanolic fumes and deliver some proper (as far as bar-talks go at least) conversation. No such luck. He kept talking nonsense, insisting how deeply philosophical meaning they had and may be they did, but one had to be near-dead-drunk to get it. Or stoned may be. She was neither. So few sophisticated thoughts blabbered-out-loud later, she stood up from the table, took the last sip from her glass. Her judgment here failed her though – the sip was slightly too big, but she couldn’t stand a minute more there and tried as hard as possible to just look very thirsty.

-   I’m leaving for home. Are you staying?

She didn’t really feel going home alone in the middle of the night and also didn’t want to sound rude and… Oh well, for a second she thought that outside in the fresh mid-March-minus-twenty weather his mind would have cleared dramatically and he’d be back to his melancholic state – melancholic but at least not depressive. The second her mouth spoke out the question, her mind regretted the thought. Now she got lucky – faster than it would have been polite, he said that he’s staying for more. More what? Drinks? Singing? She didn’t care much at that point so she granted him with a broken smile and stopping to pick her coat at the wardrobe, she left.

It was indeed fresh outside. She almost felt her eyelashes freeze. Still it was less scary than she imagined – the streets were bright, the snow was like a ceramic cover on the ground, the sky was full of stars. She decided to take a longer walk ‘till the next bus stop. As she was walking we started thinking.

- You didn’t start smoking because you were any kind of broke. – She thought – you started ‘cause you were looking for something to be dependant on. Before it was the girl you split up with, before this is was the previous job you had and hated, meanwhile it was the unfulfilled dream of being artist, and oh yes – the wonderful air-V guitar that you bought and never learned playing… You’re just addicted to being miserable, to be sad, to be missing something… All of us tend to be depressive at times, but you… You are only happy when you’re miserable! – Yes, she was happy from the conclusion; she got on the bus and went home – happy that she was happy in her happiness…

Saturday, December 10, 2011

ME: Love me and hate me



You wanted me to tell you “I love you”,
you wanted me to tell you a thing,
you wanted me to give you my being,
you wanted me a love song to sing…

You wanted me to run away with you,
You wanted me to get lost in you eyes,
You wanted me to dissolve into you,
You wanted me to become you as you are.

I told you I loved you
but it still wasn’t enough
you wanted the whole of me –
part of me just wasn’t going to do.

You hated me as you reached out,
you hated the power I had
to tell you “Don’t want you!”,
to wave you away, all at once.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

ME: I could take it all...



I could take it all,
but I ain’t gonna be the same
I changed, for worse,
for there is only hate that’s left.

I could be OK,
but I met you not long ago -
the One I shouldn’t have ever met

and turned to stone forever more.

I wanted out
of the evil spell you had.
I took the gun and fired it at your deceitful eyes –
and here I’m bleeding – shot, but free…

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Prose bites: ME: Suomen itsenäisyyspäivä

Siltanen baari... Last year, for the Finnish independence day it was snowing like hell, there was a meter of snow on the ground and I was having a German breakfast with a Finnish friend at that same bar...
How two days are never similar to each other... 

This year I did have Norwegian salmon, there was barely snow on the ground, but at least it snowed a bit, the friend is kind-of-dead, I don't care about it and I met several other friends...
Life on earth is a surprise - enjoy it while you are still on it and not yet under!

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

ME: Jouluun lumi


Aleksanterinkatu, Helsinki


As snow covers the ground
relief runs through my veins.
Everything’s under blanket of whiteness,
                                                dead,
just to come back to life in a while!

Monday, December 5, 2011

ME: До утре



"— До утре ти ще престоиш.

— До утре! — каза Финдли."

Финдли oт Робърт Бърнс


„- До утре ти ще престоиш…
- До утре да е… – казах аз - 
Нима си сигурен, че утре
светът ни няма да се свърши?
Тогава твоето „до утре”
ще е до край света
и вечно мой ще си тогава!


ME: Сутрин



В синьо-розово утро
хладен въздух мълчи.
Кафеварката тъжно заплака
с ароматни, гъсто-черни сълзи.
Тостерът плахо въздъхна
с кълбета вкусни мъгли.

В синьо-розово утро
родих се за смели мечти,
в лилаво-червената вечер
ще умра с надежди сами.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

ME: Me and my world



What’s wrong with my world,
with my mind and my soul?
My days standing still,
my years rushing by.
My eyes are seeing through you,
my thoughts, blind-folded, sleep.
My hands are searching for support,
my feet are running with the winds.

I build my world up every morning
just to break it down by dusk.
I hate what lives around me
just to fall in love on second thought.
I write a symphony of joy and wisdom
just to play grotesque, false song until the end.
I set my dreams up high to follow
just to bury them into the soil.

What’s wrong with me and my perceptions?
Why I’m always smiling when I cry?
Why I set the world behind me
as I am rushing into its colorful vibes?

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Prose bites: An end of a love story



If somehow you're interested in reading a small dialogue between a woman and a man on how their life together did not work as expected, then turn to "A LITTLE TABLE IN THE CORNER". I read it in <Twenty-Five 5-Minute Power Scenes> book by Lena Harris and as simple as it is, it is also very touching... You might have been part of a scene like this yourself, and at least for me - this is what makes it work so well.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

ME: And owe you no debt



You had something I wanted,
something I didn’t dare to ask,
something I hung for to you
something I dreamed of day and night.

You left me behind but I managed,
to get what I wanted myself,
to get what I need and without you
to enjoy it and owe you no debt.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

МЕ: Не е поезия


Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
Обичам те!
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Казах ви, че не е поезия! :)

Saturday, November 26, 2011

МЕ: Няма ги цветните лодки



Няма ги цветните лодки
наперено издули платна,
целували вълните игриви
с отблясък в лазур и светлина.

Отплава последната малка
безветрена, самотна мечта,
напусна пристана тъжно
с бърборещ сърдито мотор.

Отлетяха далече и птиците
към топла далечна земя
преследващи дъгите и ярките
вечно цъфтящи цветя.

Оставам тук насред пусто
пристанище и сама
виждам как умира природата
и чакам своята зимна съдба.

Friday, November 25, 2011

ME: Автопортрет


Събýди демоните в мене,
отрóви чистата душа,
помътняха очите ми кафеви,
просъскаха и устните в захлас.

Разплетоха се змии в косите,
впиха зъби моето лице
и станах аз свърталище на бесове
и всички смъртни грехове.

ME: If I could



If I could fly
I’d fly away, up high
would reach for the sky
would never again cry.

If I could swim
I’d dive deep within
the waters of grim
oceans of sin.

If I could sing
I’d praise evil eyes
who stripped my disguise
and tore me apart.

If I could fight
I’d fight your dark spells
and break all the chains
that shackle me here.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

МЕ: Как мразя те!



Как мразя те,
сама не зная –
далечен, непознат, недостижим,
как мислите крадеш ми нагло
и сънищата ми без жал рушиш.
Мечтите ми отвличаш бясно
обличаш ги с неземни багрила,
зашиваш устните ми сини,
да не продумат магиите за „свобода”.
Взора ми властно, без милост
отвръщаш към тебе сега,
ръцете откъсваш ги хищно-
Да галят твойто лице през света.

Как мразя те, че от мене отне ме,
как те обичам, че те има до мен!

Monday, November 21, 2011

ME: Fake it!



I won’t pretend that I’m happy
just to secure random people’s inner peace.
I won’t pretend that I’m sad
just to let someone feast on my torments.

I’ll cry when I want
and as hard as I can
 and
 I will laugh through the tears
from the top of my lungs.


I will let myself go
deep with  the swell
 and
 I will burn down myself
in the fires of Hell.

So I could wake from the dead
and turn back and say
“I’ve lived to the fullest
for at least one last day!”

ME: The things I don't know



I don’t know
If androids do dream of electric sheep,
But I know
I dream of things, of you, of us.

I don’t know
if my dream will wake to be true,
but I know
this is all I’m asking from you.

I don’t know
if you can harm and cause pain,
but I know
you can bring me love and joy.

I don’t know
if you know me at all,
but I know
I don’t know myself…

And I don’t know which way I should go,
and when I should leave.
I don’t know if I’ll get there in time,
and I don’t know how hard I can try.

ME: Like a dry river



Like the remains of a river
run wild, for centuries, deep,
all that’s left under the sun -
a tortured clay bank
and smoking Devil’s gun.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

ME: На мама и татко



С измръзнали пръсти
пробягвам по пода -
като малко дете
от чудовища бягам.
От ярката крушка
остана само чернилка,
изгасна със нея
и моята смелост.
Къде си сега,
да се скрия при тебе
под завивките топли,
                                    мамо?
Къде си сега,
да изплашиш ламята
и демона да прогониш,
                                    татко?

Monday, November 14, 2011

ME: Thousand to one



I had thousand reasons
not to stay around
and was hanging
on this one.

I saw the signs
along the way
and looked aside
every time.

Did I have to fall
so low to know
that you were
dragging me down.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

ME: A madman for a firend



I knew a man,
I used to like him,
despite the fact
that he was mad.

His thoughts,
whenever sober
were fun to read
and be within.

His best of friends
were very nasty,
swirling down
to devil’s home.

They brought him pain
and sick ideas,
I left him back –
insane and lonely.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

ME: Walking in circles // Разходка във кръгове



Walking at night
on a long dirty street,
my steps like gunshots
dub my goods and my mistakes.
My footmarks of mud
subtitle my path -
back in black blood,
resurrected I’m here
just to live through the pain
and die all over again.


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Вървя през нощта
по прашно-дългите улици,
стъпките ми като пушечни изстрели
озвучавай моите дела.
Следите ми, калните -
Бележки под линия на мойта съдба –
завърнах се в черно и кървава,
възкръснала, тук съм
да преживея отново всяка тъга
и с цел-единствена – пак да умра!

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Преводът не е буквален и е по изричната молба на много специален човек. :)

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

ME: Tools



I gave you a pair of
rusty, sharp scissors
but you cut the rope
that held you.

I gave you a piece
red, silky ribbon
but you decided
to hang yourself on it.

I gave you a string
of shiny, black pearls
but you’ve changed them
for mercury drops and drank them with tea.

It’s not my fault if I
give you a weapon
and you kill yourself
instead of killing your pains.

ME: All the good things



Sun is shining so bright on me -
it hurts.
Rainbows swerve all over my sky -
I’m blinded.
Raindrops washing away my pains -
I’m drowning.
Winds fill out my sails –
I’m suffocating.
All people around me caring –
I’m torn.

Monday, November 7, 2011

ME: Аз зная



Не мислиш, че аз сама те познавам…
По погледа ми учуден
и даже с лека насмешка,
съдиш че не.
Аз обаче зная какво искаш
и това не съм аз.
Така че не ме и измъчвай
с приказки празни
и смешни игри,
и аз няма да роня
напук и насила
горчиви сълзи.
Върви си и тук пак ти не се връщай
тук никога няма да намериш наши общи съдби.

ME: На разсъмване



Крясъци неми раздират мъглата
и в грозен шум давят нощта.
Бесовете обземат всяка частица
останала разум във мойта душа.

През гори и полета бягам боса, сама -
търся посока, по черен път да поема,
по него да тръгна и да стигна света,
накрай който теб да намерея, на разсъмване…

Когато сънят ми умира бавно едва…


ME: На сбогуване



Не си и помисляй с пръст да докоснеш
моите слепи, разплакани, черни очи!
Не поглеждай към мене, обърни се, върви си
и не се обръщай назад, за мен дори не мисли!!!

Нямаш право дори и на ум да извикваш
моето име, нито моите празни ръце,
не събуждай в спомени моите болки,
даже в сънища не прониквай в моите мечти!

По дяволите иди и при мен не се връщай,
вратата заключи зад гърба си – не искам да чувам
твоите лъжи и безцелно-безлични брътвежи
за измислени цели и мъртви земи!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

ME: Безсмислици



Колко красиви са цветовете на земята,
как хубаво умират малките листа.
Аз не исках да те мразя и забравям,
но ти добре се постара!

ME: Кукла



Превърнах се в кукла на дълги конци -
танцувам, говоря и пея по нечии сбъркани, грозни мечти.
Объркани знаци и случайни насоки
ме водят единствени, ужким напред.

С гримирани мигли и празни очи,
с разтворени устни и глухи уши,
с разстроени звуци и през тъмни мъгли,
живея чужди животи и печеля чужди игри.