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Nazim Hikmet - The Miniature Woman
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The Blue-Eyed Giant, the Miniature Woman 
and the Honeysuckle 


He was a blue-eyed giant, 
He loved a miniature woman. 
The woman`s dream was of a miniature house 
with a garden where honeysuckle grows 
in a riot of colours 
that sort of house. 

The giant loved like a giant, 
and his hands were used to such big things 
that the giant could not 
make the building, 
could not knock on the door 
of the garden where the honeysuckle grows 
in a riot of colours 
at that house. 

He was a blue-eyed giant, 
he loved a miniature woman, 
a mini miniature woman. 
The woman was hungry for comfort 
and tired of the giant`s long strides. 
And bye bye off she went to the embraces of a rich dwarf with a garden where the honeysuckle grows 
in a riot of colours 
that sort of house. 

Now the blue-eyed giant realizes, 
a giant isn`t even a graveyard for love: 
in the garden where the honeysuckle grows 
in a riot of colours 
that sort of house...
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