Your Lips Will Tell Me - Hector Marcó

You don’t love me anymore, but I can’t blame you—

if you can do this, then I can hide my tears.

But you alone, you and my heart,

shall answer to God one day.

Poetry - Elisaveta Bagyrana

If my glance were not blest—

with you, inside. Open-eyed to penetrate the darkness,

and to make it fly and dance for me,

The world is for me a tough place - Nadezhda Zaharieva

The world is for me a tough place

But my tenor I choose how to alter:

The first approach of the sweet spring - Le Châtelain de Coucy

The first approach of the sweet spring

Returning here once more,—

I Keep Forgetting - Sima

Don’t know why I keep forgetting,

The time that you played me

The times you would pay me no attention

I keep forgetting all the pain that you cause

That its because of you that I am covered in scars.

After a Death - Tomas Tranströmer

Once there was a shock

that left behind a long, shimmering comet tail.

High above the Dark City - Jaime Saenz

One night on a rain-glistened road high above the dark city

with its now-distant tumult

she will certainly sigh

Miles Away - Homero Pumarol

A black trumpet flies

through the walls

of an empty building.

Let us Paint, World - AminTheRanter

What I am is a body of water,

I am fluid; always moving matter,

Eroding the earth I change the world

even if only the heart of a girl

Underground - Ito Hiromi

A bond was formed through marriage so in August

I go visit the graves for the Festival of the Dead. Going from the bullet train

To the Chugoku Highway, I move farther and farther away