Poem by Alexander Belchev
Translation from Bulgarian: Julieta Kaludova
Featured: Mila Belcheva
My hands are asking you breathlessly:
Haven’t you longed to be a guitar?
To wait for a musician in a desperate rhythm
thirsty fingers over you to run?
To make you musically-dazzling!
Your lonely nights to start pulsating…
To get intoxicated from his mastery
when “More!” – the strings are begging.
And when the inspiration leaves him
аnd in the Fall he moves along,
To live for everyone eternally
Because you spawned a song?!