When... - Ivelina Tsvetkova /English

When...

 

When my dad used to call the flowers by name

and somehow strangely re-cherished the day for me

to be warm – warm shell,

to be real ,

not cloudy and cold, be the weather,

which is the only one,

be the color in the gentlest canvas,

a picture,

on which we are written to be humans — of good.

And a wing. To be the faith for someone...

For everyone ! To be the sun (which I kept silent).

I can barely write them down, differently...

So, how,  what? Poems again! Like a bee.

When dad used to call the flowers by name,

I was just one of them .

And the whole garden gave me - a love , which sowed in me!

 

Ivelina Tsvetkova

Painter - Magdalena Proycheva

Translation Bulgarian-English - Genoveva Ilieva

An initiative of Mariya Dzhurkova and Bogdana Sirakova.