She is not more passionate than other women,
nor does she bring happiness just because she is a Gypsy,
she is the counterpart of a mystery, an unexplored zone,
captures a heart, even though yesterday she was a stranger.
Her seductive gaze hides sadness within,
even though her smile is her trademark for you,
you can delight her even with a flower
and that will be enough for you to be her hero.
And the centuries in her shadow are densely woven,
the shackles of customs and other people's prejudices follow her,
she will fight, even though her dreams lie stranded,
not caring for those who judge her with their eyes.
For her heart is wild and loves freedom,
she can deceive you with love into believing she belongs to you,
even though you never dreamed of such an outcome,
you belong to her and that fact does not fade.
And she was not just any Gypsy — she was mine,
or perhaps I was only fooling myself at the time,
though I was hers, I surrendered without a battle,
and I still am, our story is now my burden.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 7:04 AM UTC
Don't let anyone walk over you — neither yourself nor the world,
no matter how low you may ever fall,
don't let the kid you once were
be ashamed of you if he stood before you!
Life is not the dream you dreamed as a child,
it will trample you and spit right in your face,
if it pushes you in the wrong direction,
there is no right one — all are missed stations!
It's your life and you must show it your teeth,
don't just drive through it in neutral,
take responsibility, earn respect,
no one has ever, nor will ever, bow to an amateur!
If you fall to your knees, do not let your spirit break,
raise your head and look toward the stars,
become the master of your life, whatever it may be,
don't just stand aside while life is passing by!
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:45 PM UTC