There is a girl
with a red beret,
who loves to listen
to someone´s breath
more than to the saints,
who should have spoken
the truth.
There is the girl
with the red beret
lying around.
She is in bed feeling sick,
the sickness is called freedom,
introducing herself
to someone´s breath.
Again.
Original written in Slovak language. Translated by the author.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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