Learning
The mother walks
with her child
on the path of
life and says to him:
there is our
home
This is a flower
but it has thorns, beware!
This is plastic
and this is wood
These are
stones,
they can be
turned into a bridge,
when they fall
they become sand,
a house can be
built from it.
This is the
park, this is mud, watch out!
The child is
released from her hand
and enters the
mud.
He looks at the
mud-covered boots with a smile.
The mother sits
on the bench.
In the middle of
the park
her child is the
most beautiful flower
and she knows,
she's rich
even though she
wears a five-year-old coat.
Seasons Of Fall
My love will be
great agene one day
when season of
fall will be gone, my darling.
My love will be beautiful
agene, one day
When we will be
yang agene
My love, you
will be love agene
and then, my
darling
One day
O! one day
When we will be
fool and silly
Like sometimes
in the yang age
Do you remember
our old home, sweety?
O! that day
My sweet darling
our love will be foolish and silly, yes.
My love will be
great agene one day
When seasons of
fall will be gone.
THE DEAD TRAVEL FAST
I live my ghosts
to be whit you,
darling
I come, reach
one’s destination
and you don’t
know
I have ear ache,
This pain is my
own.
I come to be
whit you at home sweet home
Give me a hug,
quickly
Give me a little
love, my lover.
I let the rats
and the monsters
in the madness
whit the night
to rot away whit
suppuration into
the place of
execution to evil
No regrets, no mercy
for the witch!
Groan roar whit
anger sinking
in deep, falling
through envy
and the blood to
bleed
I let fright and
the suffer behind me.
I love you
foolishly!
I`m crazy about
you!
Whit attachment
I`m your
everlasting mistress.
GORDANA KARAKASHEVSKA
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