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Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Пусто Турско....Трае до ден денешен... Верувајте ми, знам...



Do Kemal Ataturk
Nekade i nekogas

Pominaa tolku godini, a jas, ete, uste sekoj den cekam aber od tebe. Ako nekogas go dobies pismovo, seti se, vidi gi solzive na hartijava... Godinite si vrvat. Ovdeka se zboruva za tebe. Nesto se slucuva.

Ako gi citas ovie redovi dodeka ljubis nekoja druga zena, iskini go pismovo i prasaj ja nea dali veruva deka nekoja si Eleni Karinte od Bitola go poarcila cel zivot za eden covek so kogo bila samo eden den. Ako ja ljubis nea, kako sto jas te ljubam tebe, ne i kazuvaj nisto, neka bide srekna ako si i ti.

Ako, pak, uste ja pamtis devojkata od Balkanot i ne ljubis druga, znaj deka te cekam. Ke te cekam sekoj den, cel zivot... Znam deka ke se vratis, deka ne si zaboravil.

Tatko mi umre. Ima veke cela godina. Onoj den koga me grabna od tebe, me zakluci doma. Ne me pusti cel mesec. Ne placev. Znaev deka dzabe ke se site katanci i zatvori. Covekot so koj toj sakase da se zemam go vidov samo ednas. Me prasa dali nekogas ke mozam da go ljubam... mu rekov: ne! Si go ljubam prvoto libe. Poveke ne go vidov.

Tatko mi nikogas ne mi prosti. Ni jas nemu. Nekolku dena pred da umre me vikna kaj sebe... rece: "Znam deka zgresiv, ali i znam deka nikogas ne bev dobar tatko. Ne baram da mi prostis, ne baraj ni ti! Bog neka ni prosti na dvajcata. Sakav najdobro, a ti napraviv najloso."
Tatko mi ne bese los covek!

Ne sum veke mlada i ubava kako togas.

Cel zivot vo eden den...

Vecno te saka i sekogas ke te ceka vecno tvoja

Eleni Karinte

English:
Somewhere and sometime

I spent so many years, and I, well, more every day waiting a message from you. If you ever get the letter, remember, see tears on the papper ... Years walk. Over here talking about you. Something is happening.

If you are reading these lines WHILE loves another woman, torn the letter and ask her DO BELIEVE that some Eleni Karinte from Bitola burn her lifetime for a man with whom she was just one day. If you love her as I love you, don’t say anything to her, let her to be happy, if you are.

If, however, you still remember girl from the Balkans and not love other, know that I wait for you. I will wait every day, all my life ... I know you’ll be back, you're not forgotten.

My father died. There's already a whole year. The day when he grabbed me from you, locked me, at home. Do not let me for a month. I wasn’t crying. I know that all locks and shuts will useless. Man that he wanted to marry me, I saw, only ones. He asked me could I have ever love that man ... I said: No! I love my first darling. No longer saw him.

My father never forgives me. Me neither. A few days before he died, he called me to himself ... He said: "I know that I have sinned and I know that I have never been a good father. I don’t require forgiving me, neither you! May God forgive us both? I want the best, but I do the worst."
My father was a good man!

I am no longer young and beautiful like then.

All life in one day ...

I love you forever and will always waiting for …

Your
Eleni Karinte

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