Поезия • Вл. Трендафилов



There’s a vast, vast vastness

Somewhere deep inside,

Bringing directions together.

For all I know, this vast, vast vastness

Splits into cells —

A kaleidoscope of comforts,

A flash of a room to inhabit,

A flash of a hollow,

A flash of a squeaking waggon

Going uphill empty,

Loaded on the way down.

I don’t know what the three have in common

But we go against the draught, making

Our invisible counterweight


*благодаря за уютите, Т.!