Hanging the Moon
Hanging the Moon by Plamen Sivov It’s been one of those seasons of quiet despair, I could hang the moon painted over your skies – keep you company, even when nobody’s there, throw her...
Етикети: guitar
The Art of Distant Objects
If the brush and the canvas could speak, would they shout through the deserts and seas of the room, to discover of each other, with some hesitation, no doubt: “Do you think of me?...
The Illusion of Things
In a world where “more” is in constant supply, feeding frenzies of loneliness, fear and sweat, the Connecticut ice storm that catches your eye brings you back to the frame our monologues met. It...
The Ones We Are Leaving Behind
The Ones We Are Leaving Behind by plamensivov Oh blessed are the ones who are leaving behind the strong and the weak, oh, the mean and the kind; All the wandering ways of that...
“Солени ветрове” в Бургас
Летни празници на изпятата поезия “Солени ветрове” – Бургас Летните празници на изпятата поезия се организират от Клуб за авторска песен «Кръгът на Барда» и Народно читалище «Фар» – Бургас, с финансовата подкрепа на...
Cat Stevens: Katmandu
I sit beside the dark Beneath the mire Cold grey dusty day The morning lake Drinks up the sky Katmandu I’ll soon be seeing you And your strange bewildering time Will hold me down...
Lover’s Ghost
Тази вечер в брат ми записахме с голямо удоволствие една ста-а-ра ирландска песен, Lover’s Ghost, сиреч, “духът на любимата”. Записът стана бързо и лесно благодарение на Zoom H4 recorder, втората китара Stagg, на която...
