There was a bus
That's disgusting, smelled
was near me
My husband asked me if I smoked
How will he do? We do not want to think
And in summer, the warm, skin
winter is not so bad, the smell of summer with the heat
must take action
There is a house without windows, was a factory
will be one hundred
And the worst is that they are Romanians, like me
At Christmas one of them gave me a kiss. One who lives Sloi. Asking for alms. Who does not speak Italian. Who smokes and drinks. That with cunning eyes told me to go to Romania with him. But it gave me a kiss. Then I realized that we all the same dignity as men. Thanks Olympian.
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