When I was a small boy
I thought that the humpbacks are
Disguised angels
Hiding their wings poorly.
When I was a small boy
I molded a snow-woman,
Such a beautiful,
That even experienced the love of Pygmalion.
When I was a small boy
Naively trusted the World,
That is why it didn’t scare me
Neither with darkness nor uncertainty.
When I was a small boy
I didn’t believe in God.
And now I don’t know anymore -
Whether I grew up or became a believer?
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