My trip with the blond Angel

My trip with the blond angel

One month passed by,

Since Olga said to me " goodbye"

When she waved from the train

I felt sadness , in my heart i felt pain.

She never forgot our moments in the nature,

I missed them too with the blond cute creature.

Her birthday was coming soon

We wanted to be free , we wanted to fly to the moon.

She said , lets celebrate my birthday together,

And make me fly Like a feather.

We are going to disapppear in another dimension

It is going to be my best birthday celebration.

Our Meeting point was Salzburg,

The city of Mozart, surrounded by mountains , surrounded by lakes

We were in the right time, in the right place , there was no chance for any mistakes.

She arrived by plane with a bright smile

When i saw her , my breath stopped For a while.

The blond angel landed again on earth,

She was wearing a short skirt.

At the end of the day , i remember very well,

Rain fell, her body spread a nice smell

She started to Dance in the rain, 

She was careless , she was happy again

In my brain , this dance will always remain

It drove me insane.

The next day we went to Lichtenstein, a small kingdom.

We entered a church, prayed and got wisdom.

We should forget the bad past,

We should focus on our moments , 

 life goes by so fast.

Therefore we decided to go to Italy

Only there we could feel really free.

It is the coutry of music, beauty , full of charm.

I fell in love, my heart got warm.

written by Gjoshe Pocev