I……..
Dearest daughter of my father……
Pretended my five year innocence-
When I was twenty five…
Father liked my warbling sounds
And childish dances…
I sip with pleasure his affection-
In sweets, ice creams and the like
……………………………….
I enjoyed every sweet moment of youth among friends…
For them I was thrilling company….
At last…
I felt boredom at home….
One day….
Father came with a very sweet ice cream…
I took a knife and stabbed in his heart…
His eyes closed slowly and lips murmured:
Oh my daughter….when you became a grown up girl….?
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