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IVAN HRISTOV

4.5 ON THE RICHTER SCALE

For Vladimir Levchev

And we were sitting

there somewhere

in our little

country,

in our little

neighborhood,

in our

apartment building.

We were sitting silently

and drinking.

And then

we talked.

We talked

about Allen Ginsberg

and Charles Bukowski,

about Jack Kerouac

and William Borroughs.

We talked about

the 60s,

about our loves

and our Americas.

And suddenly

the earth beneath us

shook…

Because

we had rearranged

the continents

far too much,

Vlado,

and for that

God

punished us.

Ivan Hristov

Translated by the Angela Rodel