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07.04.2022 A poem by Stefan Ivanov i wanted to travel along with ivan moudov for one of his exhibitions ever since more than ten years ago a friend of ours told me about their trip to cabaret voltaire in zurich and before that to venice for the biennale the first time that i saw him he was a guest in a show in a bulgarian music television he was wearing sunglasses and shorts after that i saw him at his home where there was a photo shoot with some other writers including the one that told me about their travels i have the feeling that he’s with us the whole time... read more
A poem 2 when I saw this door the first thing I thought was how when I was little I accidentally locked myself out and I couldn't open the door for hours in the first few minutes I suddenly became religious and I knelt down and began to pray and I promised not to look for the chocolate hidden in the kitchen so that I can eat it in secret I thought it was some kind of punishment this closed door was like a big unblinking eye and it judged and watched me all the time after a while and after I cried I calmed down and decided I could give it... read more