Monday, November 13, 2006

Bulgarian Poem of the Day

On cold squares
and to good people
you gave your laugh
but the sorrow you hid inside

You master science
you go to bed with a book in your hands
but there in your chest beats
the uneducated heart

Georgi Konstantinov

(Translated by ipchuk)


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