превъплъщение

I love to read obituaries, in them you can faintly feel the breath of some foreign, unsuspected, unique life. Once, on a short Sofia street, I read a freshly unzipped obituary. Apparently, my gaze was drawn to the unusual name, the deceased was of Italian origin. Not long after, I encountered this name in a poem by Valeri Petrov, included in his latest book, it is called "Whipped by the Wind". Since I had seen V. Petrov working on his car on that street, I mentally connected these two facts. I simply became an involuntary witness to the birth of one of his poems, or rather, its associative impulse. And as is usually the case in poetry, the most insignificant fact can give rise to emotional reflection. In this case, Valeri Petrov passed by the house, read the obituary, and an emotional idea was born in him, which later grew into a lasting poetic summary. Many passers-by have passed by the mournful inscription about Angelo Ruggeri, but none of them has made poetry out of this fact, has not turned it into a unique emotional experience, into a sad reflection on human destiny.