Bulgarian poetry , author Caribiana.

You'll know that I had some when
Meet the down in a look that is not mine.
Only when you stop to silence
steep, confused turns.
When you hear me not. Nowhere.
Our hands, our lips ... us anything.
Do not look for me then. Not questioned.
Do not you remember ... make me redundant.
When I'm gone you? Later.
I was a little too much. Do they look.
And then just ... time break.
I realized that I no longer have time.
Where am I? Do not want to know ...
Since both did not want to stay.
You'll know that you had me until the end.
When you realize that I'm gone.