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translator:  Maribel

translated poem: prośba -  bmz
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to be able to clench your fists tight
to the first gout of blood
to look straight in the sun
without screwing up your eyes
to walk on glowing coals
not to resonate
with any soft sound...
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- yes, I'll pay extra !

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