Bozhidar Pangelov Poet Free verse

With a Waft of Lorka

When I come back, Belen,
 the moon will be whole.

 I’ll jump over the fence,
 in front of the door I’ll stand
 with my heart in hands. 
 Mad heart, mad heart
 at the night for burning.
 You will go out, Belen,
 will you go out,
 my skin is white,
 the eyes are black.
 My horse is beating hooves
 in the flint. Let it beat.
 A wave is beating into the shore.
 Let it beat.
 Three hundred people are crying.
 Will three hundred people cry
 for my blood red.
 Mad heart, mad heart
 at the night burnt.

 I’ll be back, Belen.
 And let nobody knows me!

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Demetrios Trifiatis March 5, 2013 at 10:08 AM A profound, mind- provoking and dynamic verse that touches the heart and caresses the mind! High marks my dear, friend! Bozhidar Pangelov March 5, 2013 at 9:49 PM Thank you my dear friend! Indeed, Greece and Greek poetry are my weakness. See here for the Mediterranean http://www.mediterranean.nu/?p=2340