I am
sitting in the somber sell
And I am listening to the fly.
Entertaining the silence
I am looking at the dusty path way
Which cuts my wings
Not to fly towards freedom.
I am sending away from my head
The evil troubles.
I have sung my song.
I have slammed the door.
Having made my choice
And forsaken freedom.
My trembling hands
Clutch at the bars
Seeking freedom.
On the dusty square,
As if in mourning – the striped clothed
People discuss their rights.
I am in despair, I understand,
There is no end to it:
I utter a scream in my pain.
Where is freedom?
Peter
Vassilev Dinchev
Stara
Zagora
Translated
by Antoaneta Doncheva
I am
sitting at the table.
Glass in
hands.
And my
glance,
Concentrated
on it.
Is
searching for a trace from you.
I came
upon prints
Of your
lips,
I came
upon prints
Of your
fingers.
I found
solitude……..
Georgi
G. Vassilev
Stara
Zagora
Translated
by Antoaneta Doncheva
When I
feel sad
That you
are away,
I close
my eyes –
To find
you.
When I
feel depressed
That you
are away.
A tear
runs down my face –
To find
you.
You live
in me,
You are
in my soul, my dear.
You are
fire.
And love,
and power.
Georgi
G. Vassilev – Stara Zagora
Translated
by Antoaneta Doncheva
Shall I
compare you to the sunrise,
Because
you are beaming with light.
Shall I
compare you to the sunset.
Because
of the calmness
That you
instill in me.
Shall I
compare you to the rain.
The long
anticipated rain in summer,
When you
come.
I will
bathe in your smile,
And I
will melt away into love.
Georgi
G. Vassilev
Stara
Zagora
Translated
by Antoaneta Doncheva
MY
UNDERSTANDING OF FREEDOM
Freedom
is an indispensable part of every man. Who feels free and when does a man
feel free? As far as I am concerned – I do not feel free. Freedom for me
is mysticism. Asymbol of ideal life. But is there ideal life ? Just as a
totem is an analogues of God in the life of aborigines. I regard the
freedom of modern man as a mirage, in front of which we bow.
Do I feel
free here in prison ? Everyone would say – no. Because every prison has
regulations and limitations, etc. I agree. I am behind the bars of
thousands of articles, laws, regulations. They even leave you breathless
sometimes.
And I ask
myself – when did I as a free man in 20th century in Bulgaria
feel really free? Before – in the grey stream and in the fear from
communism? Or now, facing all that triteness and kitsch. I do not believe
the people who say they feel free today. I do not believe they say the
truth.
Confronted
by the dilemma to live in mysery in inhuman conditions, or to live as a
rich man, but under the fear from the law. I have chosen the second
alternative. Under the pressure of different feelings, divided between
honesty and dishonesty. I finally found out that honour and dishonour are
words outdated and unused. Words under a layer of dust, from long
inaction.
That is why I dare say that as a prisoner I feel freer than a man,
who has been living all his life within the requirement of the law.
Because I have come to know what real freedom is.
May I ask you, the free people outside, how do you feel in your
imaginary freedom? You swallow the lies that are poured on your everyday.
You sell your labour for meager coins. You deprive your family of the
simple everyday needs and joys. You watch how your children grow without
happiness lacking personality. You live in a world with many brilliant
shop windows and thousands of little stray children. This is not soaring
into the sky, but a down fall. This is not wind, but lack of airflow. This
is not freedom but a prison. A bigger prison than the one I am in, a
prison in which the whole people is behind the bars.
If we talk about this “false” freedom – then yes, I am free.
And I want all people to be free. With a spirit set free for soaring in
the sky and creativity. Only the free bird flies.
Krassimir
Todorov Todorov
Stara
Zagora
Translated
by Antoaneta Doncheva
