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March 25, 1934. Hristo Fotev was born

The sea is a central philosophical and poetic symbol in his lyrics

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Hristo Konstantinov Fotev is a Bulgarian poet. He graduated from a factory school in Sliven (1951). Sailor on a motor ship (1953-54), artist in the mural studio of the Dom "Ukrasa", Yambol (1957-59), playwright of the Burgas Drama Theater "A. Budevska" (1961-62), creative secretary of the Burgas Writers' Association (1964-90), editor-in-chief of the almanac "More" (since 1990).

With his first books, he was recognized as a phenomenal poet, proof of this are his awards for “Balladic Journey“, “Lyrics“, “Sentimental Dedications“ and “Port“. Among the masterpieces of Bulgarian love lyrics is Fot's poem "How beautiful you are!...".

The sea is a central philosophical and poetic symbol in his lyrics.

How beautiful you are!…

By M. K.

How beautiful you are!

Lord,

how beautiful you are!

How beautiful your hands are.

And your feet are so beautiful.

And your eyes are so beautiful.

And your hair is so beautiful

Don't torture yourself anymore — love me!

Don't spare yourself — love me!

Love me

with the real power of your hands,

your legs, your eyes — with all

grace of their movements.

Trust me forever — and never

you won't be stupid — love me!

Even if you're mean — love me!

Love me!

On the streets, then on the stairs,

especially on the stairs you're beautiful.

With clothes and without clothes, all the time

you're beautiful… You are the most beautiful in the room.

In the dark, when you have a comb.

And the comb sinks into your hair.

Your hair is full of electricity —

If I touch it, I will glow in the dark.

You are truly beautiful — believe me.

And try to be beautiful to the end.

Not so much for me, but for yourself,

the trees, the windows and the people.

Don't quickly destroy your beauty

with jealous suspicions — forgive me

the sudden failures somewhere —

please don't overdo it with cigarettes.

Never lose me — find me,

fill me with childish amazement.

To be convinced again of your hands,

in your feet, in your eyes… Love me!

How I want to hold you forever.

To love you always —

forever.

And how impossible it is for me… How

you are sandy… And please don't tell me,

that you want to hold me forever,

to love me always,

forever.

How beautiful you are!

Lord,

how beautiful you are!

How beautiful your hands are.

And your feet are so beautiful.

And your eyes are so beautiful.

And your hair is so beautiful.

How beautiful you are!

Lord,

how real you are.