Most of my poems and essays are in Bulgarian. There are, however, notes, essays, and poems, written in English, or translated by others.
For narrated poems in Bulgarian and English please, visit Daniela’s YouTube channel.
From “If it Is a Poem”
If it is a poem I leave it alone To write itself down If it is a poem It knows its way I help, of course It is broadminded But it is better To not argue with a poem In the morning I kiss her eyes Like a mother kisses her child And I listen […]
On Dance Under Pandemic – Reflections
The summer of 2000. Pirin Pee National Folk Festival on the skirt of Pirin Mountain. Blue sky, bright sunshine, music, and bright colors everywhere. Several stages under the open air, hundreds and hundreds of Bulgarians presenting their songs and dances dressed in traditional village costumes and thousands of guests from Bulgaria and abroad. I am […]
An Impetus
Embrace me, fire. Allow my bare feet to go over the glowing embers unburned and triumphant. Help me, Lord. Give me courage and daring. I make one step… then another…For my soles which are not used to (or rather, have lost the habit of) treading barefoot, even the grass is merciless. I can hear the […]
Random Poems (2019-)
Today is the day Today is the day to be kind To support a friend A cause To plant a flower To read a poem To take a shot of a beautiful cloud To respect yourself And others Today is the day to be brave To be grateful To see these green Leaves Which turn […]
I Chose to Write it Down
Ordinary poems 2018 *** All the shadows Heading toward themselves And the lake is swinging sunshine I hold something in my hand And I follow The thing that I am carrying The path ends somewhere Then there is only water But isn’t there some land out there? Whatever is going to happen I fly Be […]
Between the water and the mountain
To G. Between the water and the mountain I walk amazed I sing I cry I write Enjoy and whistle Above the water and the mountain Is this dramatic sky That takes my breath away But… You are also here, my dear From V uhoto na rakovinata [Echoes from the Conch] (2016, Ab Publishing House)
The Last Week of September 2007/2011
From the Last Week of September (2011, Ab Publishing House) How, in my view, poems are born? How let’s say Verse banal is born? — You swim in an ocean of words You catch a few And get out Let them dry Now How are the other poems born? The genuine ones? You live in […]
Early Poems: Scent of Water 1983-1994
I. Cycle 1982-1983 A concert The voice of the organ Had carried me away Into a gothic cathedral And the Divine Woke up in me Penetrating my every fibre And I was an enchanted Speck of the atom I was a spirit only By spirit surrounded I was soaring high Or lying in catacomb Ascetic […]
From “The City of Salvation” – Music-and-poetry album
The sea itself The mere immersing of the toes of one’s feet The mere immersing In this world of tides and ebbs Mini-human life Sisyphus horizontal Is already a prologue Into a verse Or At least Bright onset Of a sunny day In the end Of summer From “The City of Salvation” [V grada ana […]
