"You scare men, you know?" by Nikoleta Ivanova traslated by Ann Wood
"You scare men, you know?"- Right? He lifted the tips of his lips in a slightly ironic smile. "And with what?"
- With his "excessive" sincerity.
With his straightforwardness and honesty.
They're used to masks, you know?
And every time they try to attribute one to you. Their lie has become bearable.
And comfortable (after all, someone's real face hides dangers because it is unpredictable).
And they prefer her (masochism, maybe ?!) because they know her. They have lost the ability to distinguish it.
And your truths cut like a knife. You slap them.
You find their wounds with your delicate fingers, and your words are salt,
which you pour into them.
It hurts them ... They feel open and weak.
They are not used to being weak in front of a woman.
They are afraid and run away,
realized that you are the Devil of Heaven,
who cannot be deceived,
nor put them to their insensitive bed,
nor to push you into their golden cage
or lose you to cards.
They're scared that you're light,
but not from those paid women,
and in soul, presence, and smile.
And you step lightly into their souls.
Almost without feeling ...
And you're light as a feather,
hem you are challenging - for them, you are like a safe ... The combinations they can try
are thousands, but ...
only one unlocks your heart.
You scare them, girl.
You leave them a choice, and they run away.
Because it is fashionable today
to "chain" someone to yourself,
to control, lie, and manipulate him ..
You don't do it,
you give them choice and freedom ...
And they run away because they don't know
what it is to love them unselfishly.
They do not know what to do with such love.
They also don't know how to keep her ...
Absurd ... like the whole world.
But there are some men,
who has learned to stay?
They know how to win
mouth Devil likes you.
They have learned to decipher silences;
of loving truths;
to meet lightning;
the appreciation of honesty;
to control women's storms;
of dialogue with the eyes;
of unspoken but kept promises
and not to make women fall in love with their mask,
and in the real ones.
They know how to stop the cataclysm from your unbridled emotions
and give you back your smile
in the simplest possible way.
Such a man is worth it
not to stop looking.
To search ... to search ...
Until you have no strength left
from your heart full of unencumbered love.
And when you find it ...
To sink into his eyes ...
(to be your stars)
in his hands ...
(to be your home)
in his heart ...
(yes, it's Vespers)
in every particle of Him ....
(may your universe be)
And you know - you're safe.
And all the others before Him are ...
love lesson ...
To Himself.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-07-03 at 01:30
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