Saturday, 23 November 2013

Kocmoc! Сега в българското! Наслаждавайте се!

Ivan Ivanov shared your photo: Освен един от най-интересните млади естонски творци - писател, режисьор, музикант, Вахур е близък наш приятел и страхотен бохем, с него и неговия кабриолет е свързано едно незабравимо наше пътуване в Естония. Имам чудесни спомени с Вахур, а на бюрото ми и сега стои един диск на руските пънкари от "Ленинград", който той ми подари веднъж на тръгване от Брюксел. С една дума, много се радвам, че една от книгите му вече е преведена на български!

Thursday, 7 November 2013

silver sepa häälele

miski asi hakkab
seestpoolt küüditama

mis asi see on
mis hakkab
haudu kaevama

rong risti läbi
vanavanemate
orjapõlve

miski asi hakkab
seestpoolt küüditama

piilupart varssavisse
reptiilile valu
kümme miljonit presidendiks

Tuesday, 5 November 2013

Armenian haikus

Discovered some stuff from 2011. Greetings to my Armenian friends!


*
whoosh plane in air gap
close your eyes and think
of armenia


*
hey armenia
i see your rocky shores
island on dry land


*
abovyan street in
every rome you ever go
virgil of the west


*
comfortable night
young moon upside down in sky
five stars on bottle


*
soviet nightmare
porsches circling yerevan
the germans are here


*
cornucopia
of internal combustion
purgatorio


*
island on dry land
coconuts and suffering
late to ark again


*
hefty hotel bill
empty street on rainy night
reminds me of home


*
compass made of gold
houses high in babylon
noa learns to swim


*
trout in lake sevan
noa’s ark is full of tourists
can you feed them all


*
snow on ararat
fourth thursday of november
do you eat turkey


*
yassir arafat
did you ever know how close
is your name to sky


*
the tap is dribbling
soviet appartment block
fills with lake sevan


*
slowly up the road
uaz gaz lada and paz
heaven awaits you


*
smiling redhead monk
tell me where is god these days
in your burning beard


*
dried fruit in market
big nation in small package
lasts long if you try


*
matenadaran
a book of 30 kilos
our words like wind


*
elegant zig zag
constellations I can’t name
beauty of your alphabeth


*
sandals lost in time
clapping early morning by
urartu highway


*
magnitude of love
mighty moves of mother earth
mountains standing still


*
on these nights you can
hear the ocean calling you
fish in lake sevan


*
how many stars from
the armenian sky did
you drink ararat


*
eyes have seen too much
belly full of memories
araratatouille


*
all roads lead to rome
but if you drive in circles
you are always there


*
mountains around you
learn to swim in tuff and rock
robinson for life