Romani in UK

Within late hours leading the day to its dusk, I find myself strange questions to ask. High-spirited, in pensive mood or lost in gaze, My life is facing its ever-lasting maze.

Totul a inceput cand ti-ai pus tricoul pe care era imprimat chipul tau cu numele atasat. M-am posomorat dintr-o data. La inceput parea inexplicabil dar apoi am realizat adevarul. O stare de perplexitate si in acelasi timp nostalgie fara putinta de oprire m-a cuprins. Intr-o prima faza am realizat doar primejdia dar dorinta de a explora era mai tare ca supraconstiinta care ma avertiza. Ochii mi se lipeau instinctual de chipul de pe tesatura....

– Si ce-ti doresti tu cel mai mult? – Pe mine si un hohot de ras... Un hohot asa cum poti avea numai cu cei dragi tie

Nothing was to be said about the night in the chalet. He keeps taking me out, I sometimes insist paying the bill and he agrees, just to make sure I won't say "no" the next time...