Declaration of loouve

Dedicated to Matt *

Dear You, probably one of quite high quality
I love your large frienditiality
I know your pocket-sprung createdness, but even though
Your every flollop of the sympathetic sort I dread.

I willomie when you are not under me, in your floopy way
And I promise you to get caught, slaughtered and dried,
And only for flurring and glurring to be used
To the deep dejection of your innermost spring lungs.

My tender flurrble, do not treat with serious globber
If I don’t flodge on you - my life just isn’t the same!
If we don’t dream together glurringly thrilled, I wop blobber
And wonder from where to start…
Please, come back – your vollue and glupp I would gladly take.


15th unslept day of Joune, 2004th sleepless year


*For more information about M., without which I cannot live, look at Chapter 9 from “Life, the Universe, and Everything” by Douglas Adams.

/Translated from the Bulgarian Version/