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Tamara
I met her in Paderewski street
She laughed loudly with her friend They were going to the theatre
Soon she called her mum:
„You won’t believe it-I’ve met a Greek!”
She had thick shiny hair
The sparkles of first youth in eyes and something of the Deyanira
It was fate, who brought us together.
From the beginning
I wanted her like a wind yearns for sails, like parched earth rain,
like a blind men seeks the light of a staff.
She still is my sea foam,
which bleaches the wings of seagulls, by a Homeric flower of lotus.
She gave me two beautiful daughters. Could anything better happen to me?
It’s such a happiness
to wake up in the morning and see an angel, who is able to forgive...
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