Stoianka Boianova in PlovdivLit




We have coffee with my loved ones,

seven people by the pleasant table -

five of them are in the dimension of the dead,

the sixth is beyond the seven mountains.

We drink coffee from my glass.-

At one time I'm glad –

we love each other.

Then I become sad –

I don't see them.

We drink coffee from one cup -

we are seven people,

and I'm alone at the table.


I open the window

and I look up at the sky.

I wave my hand to loved ones,

who went to heaven,

I wave my hand to the creatures,

who live in spaces.

Goodbye I tell them.

Goodbye, they respond.

Goodbye means being with God.


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