Geo Milev (Bulgarian: Гео Милев) (January 15, 1895 (old style), January 27, 1895 (new style), Radnevo - after May 15, 1925, Sofia), born Georgi Milev Kasabov (Bulgarian: Георги Милев Касабов), was a Bulgarian poet, journalist, and translator.
Geo Milev studied in Sofia and later in Leipzig where he was introduced to German Expressionism. His university thesis was on Richard Dehmel. Beginning in 1916 he fought in World War I, where he was severely injured. After recuperating in Berlin he began to collaborate with the magazine Aktion. Upon his return to Bulgaria he started to publish the Bulgarian modernist magazine Везни (Scales), in Sofia. He contributed to the publication as a translator, theatre reviewer, director and editor of anthologies.
On May 15, 1925, in the course of government reprisals following the St Nedelya Church assault, Geo Milev was taken to a police station for a "short interrogation" from which he never returned. His fate remained unknown for 30 years. In 1954 during the trial of General Ivan Valkov and a group of former police and military executioners, one of the defendants confessed how victims of the 1925 purge had been executed and where they were buried. Geo Milev had been strangled and then buried in a mass grave in Ilientsi, near Sofia. His skull was found in the mass grave. His body was identified by the glass eye he was wearing after he lost his right eye in World War I.
Love, love, loveI’m looking for loveLove, love, loveWhen I was only sixteenWell, give it take a year or moreI’ve got to singing aboutThe life I’ve leadAnd I threw it right out of the doorI’ve got to get some ofThat heavy jiveThat the old folks are talkin’ aboutSo I strutted my stuffTo the local clubTo see what I was leaving nowLooking for love, love, loveLooking, looking for loveLove, love, loveI took my seat atThe foot of the stageAnd waited for the fun to beginAnd there in the lightStood this heavy chickWith the cutest babeThat I’ve ever seenShe smiled at meShe did her danceTook me by surpriseThe way she wiggled her hipsAnd she shook that ...Right between the eyesAfter the show she cameAnd sat downSaid: hi son, what’s your name? I said: never mind thatThink about this:Loving’s the name of my gameShe said: that’s alrightBut it’ll cost you, sonI said: tell me what’sThe price of the dayShe said: twenty dimeAnd a wedding ringAnd everything will be o.k.