This was a good car | final version
translated poem:
To był dobry samochód.
-
Małgorzata Gadaszewska
my angels
'd been driving today
a junk ford
along the port alleys
loosing feathers
on each turn
they didn't fuel
so
they took turnes
pushing the car
stripping their feet
to blood
now
they laugh one’s head off
ignoring
my laments
I won't let them
go alone again
tomorrow
I'm coming with them
'd been driving today
a junk ford
along the port alleys
loosing feathers
on each turn
they didn't fuel
so
they took turnes
pushing the car
stripping their feet
to blood
now
they laugh one’s head off
ignoring
my laments
I won't let them
go alone again
tomorrow
I'm coming with them
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