Half An Hour (Smatanová Zuzana)

It´s after eight and Mrs. Pearson is lying in her bed she thought about her life she´s tired of the work and she is sad... No, no she hasn´t any bruises on her body in this time she´s under cower with the tears and waiting that all will be fine... Where´s the rose,and where´s the opened red wine? Let´s play like normal married people just for a while Where´s the ticket to theatre? and where´s the kiss for good night? where´s the simple sign of favour and reason for life? Can you have som reasonable chat for half an hour? without bruises screem and slaps, and love each other! I´m sure you´ll find your sanity - not more just half an hour remember your life before you became sour! - not more just half an hour! Adjoining room is empty but it´s place for husband of hers there´s only smoke of cigars, dirty clothes an glass of water The common photo in the wooden frame is already broken the only move from wall to wall is Mrs. Pearson - she is walking... I know that´s not time for gifts, and dice were already thrown wedding ring is hangs on lace - he left her alone did he forget about her, and did he find another? sometimes when he comes at home but not like a father! Can you have som reasonable chat for half an hour? without bruises screem and slaps, and love each other! I´m sure you´ll find your sanity - not more just half an hour remember your life before you became sour! - not more just half an hour! Where´s the rose, and where´s the opened red wine? Let´s play like normal married people just for a while where´s the ticket to theatre? and where´s the kiss for good night? where´s the simple sign of favour and reason for life?