With the romani love of music , I thought id just place this old romany poem, first in romany then in english.
Miro dadus miro jin,
miro daia durogilo;
miro pireni sar o iouzers jell.
bor miro ker no,
yeckoro tu mi bosh,
miro mi yeckoro bor.
ENGLISH
My father I have never known
My mothers long since gone
My sweetheart with the flowers go
of friends i have none,
only you my violin
are my only friend.
A sad tale relevant today, it shows that many romanys who like me have no KNOWN family left, feel that they really dont have any friends wether that is true or not is debateable, I have many friends, all romas who have seen me through some very bad and sad times, but sadly there are times that as many people do , the feeling of being alone tend to overwhelm.
Being of romany decent i know the real world of exclusion from mainstream life. Yes we are a race apart but since the first arrival of the roma folk in the 14 1500s there has always been suspicion and fear of the unknown, but only last week i was called a dirty pikey, by a shop keeper, because i had tied my horse to a lamp post as i went in to buy a packet of fags, had i pulled up in my car and parked in the same place would he have said anything?, but because i was taking the horse and trap out, he did, so what do i think ?
sorry got on me soap box again. oops.