LETTER TO MOM by Pavel Matev traslated by Ann Wood

LETTER TO MOM

       WHAT DOES NOT HAVE YOU, MAMO!
HOW THE WORLD OF THE YUGOSLAV REPUBLIC,
WHEN YOU HAPPENED TO THE HARMAN
FOR YOUR FIRST WEDDING HORROR.

       SUGGESTS OF THE FOREST FIELD
CROSS - CROSS -
THE DRAWER - SHOULD YOU LIVE, MAMO,
TO STAY TO THE CELEBRATION.

       YOU - A DRUG IN A CIRCLE OF UNKNOWN!
BUT YOU REDUCED YOUR SMALL.
WTO CHRONICLES - DATES OF DADS -
BOTTOM ALL WITH WINE AND SMOKING.

       AND YOU IN THE HORROW - PRAGAVA, CHEVRASTA -
DETERMINE STEP, IN HIGH DOWN STARTING.
AND THE WINDOWS TWO MYSTICS TO THE CROSS -
PLENALS YOUTH YEAR.

       WHAT HAPPY! LUNCH IS DEVOY
THE AIR OF THE MOMINAL PRAGUE
TO MEET AS A LIVING HAND
CHARGE HORSES - TO YOUR SHOULDER ...

       THERE IS A BLACK BLACK CROSS
AND THE GOLD OF DETERGENT CHARACTER,
SILVER HINGE HAND SANDER
AND BRUSSELS OF THE BREAD BAR

       BREATHING BOTH OR PLACLE ...
YEARS, MAMO, HAS TAKE OUT.
AND THREE CHILDREN WITH YOU HAVE KNOWN,
I WITHIN THEM I GET IN THE LUMBER AND I.

       THAT MY LOVED MY PEOPLE WHEN
YOU CALL ME IMPOTABLE AND GOOD.
THEY HAVE FALLED IN THE SAFE SUMMER SUMMER,
WHERE MY BROKEN COVERED.

       THEN YOU CREATE YOU IN CHEMBERA.
THE COLD COUNTRIES STILL STOP.
And I DREAM I WANT TO FIND,
BECAUSE IT'S EASY IN SUCH DAYS?

       IN SUCH DAYS I - PLACHOTH SEASON -
I WANT FOR THE MONEY GEMNAZE.
YOU HAVE TO REMOVE YOUR PUNISHMENT
CLICK HERE TO COLD.

       THE BREAKFAST - PREFABRICATED AND JALK -
WITH GRAY HAIR, SUSPECTED EYES -
MOVING ME AND KAZA: "I HAVE LEAVED A LITTLE,
GET MONEY, SON, AND STUDENT! "...

       NOW THERE ARE OTHER TIMES, OTHER - THE PROSTITUTION.
PASSENGER. STUDIED. NOW ME NOW.
HE HE LOVE ME TO LOVE GOOD PEOPLE,
And I DO NOT LOVE, MY FAVORITES.

       BUT I WAIT AND I WANT TO BE TORTED,
AND LOVE HAD TO BREATH ME.
ALA BACK - I WANT TO SEE,
I SEE YOUR DRINKED HUMANS ...

       IF YOU HAVE HAPPENED ME NOW, YOU HAPPEN
And in my songs, you see, say,
THE WATER SUPPLY THAT,
WHAT IS NOT YOU, BUT ME NOW?

       EVERYBODY ... ALA WILL SUCCEED, MAMA!
HOW DOES NOT SUCCEED ONE SON,
BEFORE WHICH, AS AN INCORRECT HUGE TAX
BROWN SOLD - MOTHER HAIR ...




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Written on 2019-05-30 at 23:19

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