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Бог и Гоб

Бог и Гоб бяха братя близнаци.Те бяха децата на свещеникът и вещицата в селото. Семейството живееше високо на един хълм, Итола.Мястото винаги беше потънало в синьо-зелена тишина. От там се откриваше цялата долина,а в далечината се виждаха мъгляви гори и полета. Кривите къщички, напъплили по хълмовете без видим ред, оформяха очертанията на селото. Там лицето от земята се усмихваше на образа си в огледалото на небето. Но това беше привидна идилия защото времената бяха опасни. Светът асматично задъхан беше обърнал гръб на духовното и святото, и с подпухнали, зашити очи, беше хванал всичко което ръцете можеха алчно да сграбчат. Вярата се нуждаеше от подкрепата и на свещениците , и вещиците.Селц

Love Story

The exhibition opening has just finished. The hall is full of people. I have only been working here for a couple of months and I am a little nervous because I know almost no one. I smile and create the impression that I am calm and right where I should be. The building is new and white. Marble ceilings and walls, half of the property has huge windows facing the ocean. Beautiful and a little sinister. I have never enjoyed feeling so bare and somehow the centre of attention. These places, however, make you feel exactly like that. I speak with people, I show them around the paintings. One dips me in a red and yellow mood. Time is getting on. I transfer from the inner hall to the one that is ove

Night Swim

The summer was in full swing. We had been wandering along the sea for several months. Wanton, young and carefree. It was lovely and golden, and we were small, inexperienced gods playing at being people. Tonight we were going to remain here, at the beach where it was sheltered and quiet. We had all gotten used to setting our bivouac quickly and in all conditions. I was not keeping track of how many people we had become along the way. Every day new people came and imperceptibly joined us. We were a magnet of colourful mass, a huge chewing gum of characters, moods and stories. We were an irresistible commune. A tribe of the lost, searching for themselves. I stepped away from the noise and becam

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