Bulgaria
Exotic wilderness beyond Illyria,
ancient kingdom of the Iron Age,
a wondrous fairy land of fantasy,
where culture rules with music,
driving over all those nonsense games
of temporary farces of politics
only leaving chaos and disorder in behind,
while the original slavonic roots remain
deep buried in the history of ancient times
when you gave birth to all the Slav world
with its ancient language breeding others
spreading out your culture over eastern Europe,
you are still the core of all that world,
containing in yourself the very heart
of Slavic essence with its special talents
for exactitude in linguistics, science,
intellectual universalism and humanism,
all emanating from that Balkan wilderness
among the snowy mountains with their secrets,
monasteries hidden deep in distant valleys,
used to the ordeal of difficult survival.
Since I first was introduced to you
I have remained a faithful lover
of your strange originality among the hills
with splendid music crying out
for the necessity and urge of freedom
that can never be put down
by any crushing brutal force of history.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-09-20 at 10:07
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