Byrza poema (na bg shliokavica)

Grapovoto more me drashteshe s nokitete si.

Shte si zagreba buchka med ot Slynceto

i shte namazha ranite si s neq.

I togawa shte zapodskacham po gyrbowete na garvanite,

kryzhashti nad kyshtite i te obideni shte me zapratqt na lunata.

I tam shte disham!

Tam nai-setne shte poema ot myrtwata atmosfera

i shte zadisham spokoistwie.

Syrceto mi nqma poweche konvulsno da se swiwa ot solta,

koqto zabiwa w nego moreto zrynce po zrynce.

Kyrvavata tuptqshta pompa nai-setne shte zabie ravnomerno.

Nqma poveche sol.

Sol?! Che shto e tova?!

Zabraweno more ot neshtastnici – vechno oplakwashti se,

vechno razpitvashti, vechno iziskwashti hora

– dalechni kato obezwkusqla otmita sol.

Author: meine kleine kunstgeschichte

I study Art History at the LMU Munich. I am interested in early Christian and Byzantine art and also in Islamic and Medieval art and architecture.