Ния Пушкарова, video still, before and after C19
Having died and in light resurrected –
A soul haunted by sorrow and joy,
Through the day I have bravely created
But tonight I have come to destroy.
When I summon the bright days of comfort
Rough storms conquer the gloomy dark sea,
When I pray for a storm – in my own world
All the echoes are buried beneath.
How I long for a true blazing sunrise
Yet its beams always make me so blind
For I wither like fall and my spring dies
And I blossom with fall left behind.
In the stillness of Time without measures
My discarded life silently fades
And my cry seeks so anxiously pleasure
In the grip of Great desert’s embrace.
Translated by Elena Nemska
списание „Нова социална поезия“, бр. 27, март, 2021, ISSN 2603-543X
