This story really happened, I tell you
I was afraid that I  was going to die.
 There I sat in my room, I was chatting on Facebook


There she was, beautiful, long black haired Maria...
Oh Maria, I used to sit in the kitchen with her
learning Spanish words.
I thought to myself, maybe it’s friendship, maybe an affair, 
maybe there’s something between us?
And then it turned out I was mistaken.
Because, once I was chatting with her on facebook, unpretensiously
 the joke shot (through the cables) across cyberspace
But I guess she was not the only one I was talking to.


Somebody’s pounding on my door, I’m frightened- what is happening?
What’s that look in the Spaniard’s eye?
He’s breathing the fire of his anger at me, he’s foaming at the mouth.
I’m escaping along the corridor, I’m using the power of erudition, … but to no avail.
He’s  more and more rabid, he wants to kill me…
… I fear for my dear life.
Then Maria rushed to us, she did not  know what to do with her suitors.
Romeo’s anger grew and grew, he’s ready to smash the poor Pole, 
slaughter him . I was filled with dread. 


The morning conversations are like a  distant memory now
The fried fish has gone into the void 
Gone with the Spanish lessons so too is the melody of sizzling oil...




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Julie, thanks for your tremendous help with the translation, I owe you!!!

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