Nolly

"GOD has not called me to be successful. He called me to be Faithful… Never forget or neglect anyone because nobody knows what's coming tomorrow. You will know their value when you can't meet them once again in the lifetime." Mother Teresa

Whisper

Translated by me, Bulgarian to English translation

When love disappeared,
the pain and sadness is back and all is clear.
When the day’s gone,
the night swims around me
like a black swan.
When he decides to go
“Does he do it slow?”
Yes, you were watching your love dying.
Yes, you were unlimitedly crying.
You’ll feel guilty that you’re still breathing.
But you can’t stop.
Yes, your heart is still bleeding.
Is it a tear or a raindrop?
The dream was here, waiting
to disappear in the depths or sing.
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
To welcome the next fresh start.
Was this love… Acceptance,
Understanding, Appreciation?
Did this love understand the reason,
causing the huge mutation!

След залеза на всяка обич,
настъпва болка и тъга.
След залеза на всяка вечер
остава мрак и тишина.
Когато някои си отива,
ти нямаш сили да го спреш.
Когато видиш че една любов умира,
ти не можеш с нея да умреш.
Разбираш че мечтите са измама,
че си обичала, а обич няма,
че споменът е болка отлетяла,
че си била щастлива, а не си разбрала. 
― Blaga Dimitrova

Блага Димитрова – Жена

Как тревожно е да си жена.
Красота и усмивка да бъдеш
сред всекидневния сив кръговрат
вярност — срещу изменчивия вятър,
нежност — в загрубелия свят.
От безбройните пътища земни
най-рискования да избереш —
безразсъдния път на сърцето
и докрай да го извървиш.
Твоя единствена радост да бъде
радост да даваш… Да бъдеш в нощта
светло прозорче, което чака,
първа стъпка, разбудила утрото.
Ти, слаборъката, да подкрепиш
силата на ръката корава.
И непростимото да простиш,
и да градиш живот от отломки.
Отговорност е да си жена.
Бъдещето да носиш в утроба.
Да продължиш в един детски вик
дългата мълчалива целувка.
Вечност да сториш от краткия миг.
Твоите прострени ръце за прегръдка
люлка да станат за нов живот.
Нощем над него безсънна да тръпнеш,
светла като звездоокия свод.
Всяка детска усмивка — със бръчка
да заплатиш и в косите със скреж.
Сълза по сълза на новото стръкче
своята хубост да предадеш.
Нищо за себе си да не оставиш.
Саможертва е да си жена.
И до ранена, разбита гръд
чистите извори да защитаваш —
просто, за да съществува светът.
Горда съм, че съм жена.

A Woman Alone on the Road

It’s a risk and a bother
in this world that’s still male
when around each bend my lie
ambushed of encounters
and the streets fix her
with cold stares.
This woman alone on the road.
Her only defence
is the defencelessness.

She hasn’t made from any man
a clutch, or wayside shelter.
She never walked over a man
as if he were a bridge.
She went off alone
to meet him as an equal
and to love him truly.

Whether she’ll go far
or falter in the mind
or be blinded by horizons
she doesn’t know. She’s stubborn.
Even if rebuked along the way
her setting out itself
is accomplishment enough.
A woman alone on the road.
And yet she goes on
and does not stop.

No woman can be as lonesome
as a woman on her own.
Before her darkness
drops down a locked door.
A woman alone on the road
ought not go out at night.
The dawn sun, like a turnkey
will unlock her horizons.

Still she goes on
even in the darkness
not glancing about her faith
in the Dark Man
with whom she’s been threatened
for a long time.
Her steps echo on the paving
and stub against a stone.
A woman alone on the road:
quiet brave steps over a sad earth,
an earth which, against the stars,
is a woman alone on the road.

Blaga Dimitrova
Translated by J. Balaban

Life of a Stranger

You said I don’t exist in your life. What if each of these lives are designed to teach you a lesson so you have the tools to save yourself when you’re alone? 

Congratulations from U.S. Embassy Sofia on May 24th

 

Кирил и Методий

Български Bсеучилищен Xимн

Върви, народе възродени,
към светла бъднина върви,
с книжовността, таз сила нова,
съдбините си ти поднови!

Върви към мощната Просвета!
В световните борби върви,
от длъжност неизменно воден –
и Бог ще те благослови!

Напред! Науката е слънце,
което във душите грей!
Напред! Народността не пада
там, дето знаньето живей!

Безвестен беше ти, безславен!…
О, влез в Историята веч,
духовно покори страните,
които завладя със меч!…”

Тъй солунските двама братя
насърчаваха дедите ни…
О, минало незабравимо,
о, пресвещени старини!

България остана вярна
на достославний тоз завет –
в тържествуванье и в страданье
извърши подвизи безчет…

Да, родината ни години
пресветли преживя, в беда
неописуема изпадна,
но върши дългът се всегда! 

Бе време, писмеността наша
кога обходи целий мир;
за все световната просвета
тя бе неизчерпаем вир;

бе и тъжовно робско време…
Тогаз Балканский храбър си
навеждаше лице под гнета
на отоманский властелин… 

Но винаги духът народен;
подпорка търсеше у вас,
о, мъдреци!… През десет века
все жив остана ваший глас!

О, вий, които цяло племе
извлякохте из мъртвина,
народен гений възкресихте –
заспал в глубока тъмнина;

подвижници за права вярна,
сеятели на правда, мир,
апостоли високославни,
звезди върху Славянски мир,

бъдете преблагословени,
о вий, Методий и Кирил,
отци на българското знанье,
творци на наший говор мил!

Нека името ви да живее
във всенародната любов,
речта ви мощна нек се помни
в Славянството во век веков!

Русе, 1882, априлий 15

Things Don’t Have Significance… They Only Have Existence

When I say I love you, I mean I want you to be happy. I do not know where and when the beginning started, but if it does exist, then I hope there is no end. Have you asked me “Why”?

Because when you love, there is “but”, “if” or “when”.
I say this to you now: “I love you, with no beginning, no end.”

“You know I love you, right?”, he teased.

“Do I dream …or at last it is my turn to tell you: I love you more”, I said seriously. “I won’t lie to you.  I think you could be the great love of my life.”

“If you could have had me, could you have let me go?”, I said.

“I could hold you.”, he said seriously.

“For when I was with you, I was the best I could be.”, I said. “I would rather live alone than enjoy comfort and luxury with someone else.”

I never realized how much you meant to me until…

My Healthy Juice

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Тони Димитрова – След години

To the “Sober”*

Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces. Experience taught me that even the most precious memories  cannot fade with the passage of time.

 

“Isn’t it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle–it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It’s not an act of bitterness. It’s an act if self-preservation. It’s not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?”
― A. Condie, First Day

“The days aren’t discarded or collected, they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues,
the journeys go and come between honey and pain.
No, the net of years doesn’t unweave: there is no net.
They don’t fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.
Sleep doesn’t divide life into halves, or action, or silence, or honor:
life is like a stone, a single motion, a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves, an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal that climbs or descends burning in your bones.”
― Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day

*Sober was used instead of a name

Barbra Streisand – Woman in Love

It’s Written in Time

Written in time 

It’s written in time,
that was some kind of love (like gold),
if only we were lucky enough,
to happen love to someone again. 
It’s written in time,
that I remember, that you remember
what you told me.
I will love you forever.
And I told you, don’t wait for me. 
Close your eyes, count till hundred, it will be enough
for me to try somehow to leave painlessly.
I will not even dream where you fall in love with… 
It is written in time. 
It’s written in time,
that we were very strong
and where would we stop,
if we just fought for love. 
It’s written in time…
you cried… Me too…
And in the end, when you said I love you…
It was hard for me to say goodbye.
Close your eyes, count till hundred and it will be enough for me.
Somehow, I try to leave painlessly.
I will not even dream of loving after you.

It is written in time.

Touch My Soul

My Easter Eggs

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ЛИЛИ ИВАНОВА – БЕЗ ПРАВИЛА ( No Rules)

Afternoon Tea, Rooftop bar

Radio rooftop bar is an urban oasis now open at ME London hotel with spectacular views of the London skyline and the River Thames. Entry is based on a first come, first served basis. You can try the Afternoon Tea and Tapas menu.

 

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Morning Tea

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Have You Told Her……?

“Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary.”  O. Wilde

 

 

Last night in my dream a man was talking to me: “Come sleep with me. We won’t make Love. Look after my heart…I’ve left it with you”. He asked me why I moved back in my flat, the place I live now. It is not the first night this special man talks to me. Even more, in the morning I remembered his gentle touch and soft voice. It is such a great feeling. Was I stupid to fall in love with him? Maybe we always have been and will be connected. Life did break me…. I need to love. I need to feel.

Have you ever been in love? Remember your real love? Remember when he said quietly: “I’m in love with you”?.Remember you felt like butterflies running up and down in your stomach? Remember the moments talking to this special person and you couldn’t breathe? You forgot sleeping but you still dreamt about this person?

To be happy in this world, You need three things:

Somebody to love.  A man having no respect, he ceases to love. Why? If he lies to himself and listens to his own lie, comes to a point that he cannot separate the truth within him. It is a curious thought to love many things. There are many kinds of love, many hearts, many men’s and women’s minds connected  differently. And they all have one destiny.

Something to do. We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter.

To hope for something. To fall in love? Any fool can do it. Love cannot survive more than four years. What do I mean?  Love is what is left over, the broken hearts and the hope… everything can be repaired.

Lost love is still Love.