Winter Lonelyland

The sun and the snow outside are playing. But watch out for cars, you winter kids – people might leave puddles of mud on your kissing lips. It’s quiet. Just occasional noises. Is it the ice sliding down its frozen slide, or a snowman shoveling its feet? I’d like to feel the lunch rays. But…

Hitchhiker’s Tow-EL

El returned. Lovely Europe – no surprise Zeus craved his lover, the mother of a continent. The New World stole her heart, so El had to find it back. “Leave home. Go East!” He came and stayed with her. Just two souls who tried to overcome the colorful loneliness of the universe. “Be serious!”, he…

Coded Bathroom

Red code. Mind our bathroom. Octopuses fighting turtles. Frogs swimming with penguins. Wet panties, smell of nappies. Where’s the mousse? The moose, you mean?! The aroma of my Bulgarian roses can’t overcome the steam. Red code. Baby bath and laughter. Another heart drawn on the mirror of our dreams. Romantic? I’ll clean the glass doors,…

El’s Black &White Colours

Colours. It’s her OCD theme for the day. You know what I mean: just like when you juggle letters on number plates. El shared a picture of Corfu and named it Colours. Now, the colour buds of her heart are sharing some black and white thoughts mixed in the palette of life. White. The fMRI…

Equilibrium

Equilibrium. Smiles and hidden thoughts. Alcohol and no communication. Passports and more gas. You and I balance on her beauty.        

Do you like salt, El?

Do you know the story of the Princess who loved her father like salt? The moral is that all the small and basic stuff matter. But do we appreciate the salt on our tables? Do you like salt, El? People consume. Like the orange curry you didn’t like. Maybe you needed something less bitter. Not…

2018

It’s almost time to say goodbye. The news – genocide, disasters, death. Just like my soul. I hurt, destroy and rot behind the prison of my soul. They take me for granted, now, my tears have dried and I do the same. Friends – a word from the past. They whisper scary tales, I keep…

El Never Sleeps

It was time to leave the East. Go West, they say. El did, she went. But the Old World was calling her. However, NY, the city that never sleeps, walked beside El during her sleepless nights. She missed her flight: Ah, sweet South! But she arrived. New York! Blocks and avenues, smiles and black coffee….

El Conduce

Another spontaneous trip – El was in love. Insecurity and car laughter. Old friends and Spanish beer. You come from the Island, she comes from behind the Curtain, their friends float in Die toy town, all there – the tierra of dreams and camels. What a drive! Not only the journey to the south of…

Christmas Shopping

Beauty. Snow. Warmth. Balloons. Tchaikovsky. Boom! Christmas shopping with a friend? Maybe family is lame. Don’t want presents, want some love. Can I find it in the snow? Reaching for the white outside. But I’m locked. Melting. Sadness. Pain. Mess. Silence. Bang, please, let me go.  

Pain

Pain. Pulsation. Pills. My skin is burning – my brain is using a broken party grill. My heart is screaming – my synapses are drilling deeper in my dreams. My head is banging in circles – hope the lights will turn soon green. The pain will go. Childbirth, broken ribs, abstinence, chronic pain: so much…

El’s Holes in Gjirokaster

You fell in Gjirokaster. The beer exploded. You still can walk. I fell in a terrific hole – not there, but in my soul. The beer is in my glass. My heart finds it difficult to crawl. Can’t talk! But will you listen? Just go. Drink some more. I don’t share the craters of my…