Penyo Penev

By some ridiculous and offensive habit, we living people usually pass each other without looking deeper into each other's eyes, without thinking that an invisible star shines on each of our foreheads. Only when we lose a loved one do we realize what a void has opened up around us, which will never be filled. This is probably why a French author wrote that the world of our dead is richer than the world of the living. The fate of poets is even stranger. During their lifetime, people often coexist with them without recognizing their true features. Even in the clichéd dimensions of everyday life, their peculiarities seem like funny oddities. However, when a true poet is gone, his image suddenly takes on a different light. Even his small oddities gain significance and his every whim carries a mysterious meaning. Then everyone is curious to solve the "enigma."