Such a clean cut, barely left a mark.

There won"t be any stitches needed.

Fingers trembling, well kept guard.

No doubt, no remorse, no heart is bleeding.

 

We didn"t make a Woody Allen film scenario.

Our love will waste no poet"s ink.

We suffocated it, unwanted embryo.

Cocktail of lies that"s hard to drink.

 

No more will I take the poison,

leaking through heart-felt intentions.

Nor will I encage myself in my cold prison,

for an undeserved detention.

 

May this hard fought freedom give you piece of mind,

and the unconditional permission to be.

I hope the search ends and you find

what could not be found in me.

Поезията като откровение най-добре се изразява на родния език на автора. Защо понякога избира и други езици, за мен винаги е било загадка.