Bozhidar Pangelov Poems
|42.||The Imam Runs Only To The Mosque||4/20/2015|
|45.||***(The Night Is Flexible)||8/8/2010|
|46.||Time Is An Idea||4/24/2010|
|48.||I'M Calling You By Name||6/25/2015|
|49.||*** (With Its Death)||4/26/2010|
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*** (With Its Death)
With its death
the day gilds
I do not know the names of
and it doesn’t matter for
these, who live
in the birdhouse,
are not at all “my” pigeons.
I am not there during the day.
And I cannot recognize myself.
At night they talk to each other.