Autentična povijest kućnog broja 198

Lilac

At the end of the courtyard by the gate, a lilac blossomed. For the day of youth, boys would brush it like goats on a blossoming fruit tree. For every gifted sprig of lilac from young women they would get a kiss on the cheek. Before I entered puberty, my father cut it to rejuvenate. He said that he closed everything around him. He made me a version out of the box, so I had to find it other ways to rub the lips leave the color of the revolution on children's cheeks.