The River by Konstantin Kuchev, front and back cover
Yes, there are a lot of things about the river that I don't know. But the ones that I know are smiling.
The eyes of the man are tossed away, and they have caught some fish.
Between the stones, the snake is rising. -It was not you, who called me, but it was your violin- She licks her lips while she swallows a fish.
Sometimes I see an endless river, I see it in my dreams. And I am just about to touch the water, when I suddenly wake up.
Tell me - I asked the snake, - Where does that river lead to?- She took her skin off and let it float...
-Why are you crying?
-Someone has drank my river.
I am crying so it can start flowing. Again.
