Bařostuni čirikli ~ Stone Bird...
Miro jilo o cikno kalo čirikli Mire phaka bixasnakero barore E čeri hibaj paxoti sune ča tu des man tiro jilo jel...
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Me Som Rom
I am not German. I am not Romanian. I am not Italian or French. What is so hard to understand about that? Why do non-Romani people get...
read moreBiagoresko Porrajmos
It didn’t end in World War II like the books and movies and politicians tell you. It didn’t end with the liberation of...
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We aren’t people
We’re a dress or a scarf. Long hair twisted in braids. Naked girls with tattoos and tattered vintage shoes. We aren’t...
read morenašti avas pale – we can...
Some of us, we cannot go back našti avas pale. I’m just a small girl, ciknji čhajori a small girl with big words. Some of us, we...
read moreNights like these
Maami’d whisper in my ear, softly like light from the fire as it trickled across the floor and into my empty shoes. The words...
read moreNot Falling
The hair that falls over my shoulders like dusk on a summer’s eve is not falling for you. The yellow and orange flowers blooming...
read moredžav avri andal e melodija
I’ve lost the melody. I’ve lost the way. ľikerav meloďija… I carried the tune. Like a burden. Shuffled steps, flared...
read moreNo America isn’t Hungary
but don’t think for a minute we don’t face discrimination and racism on her eagle-encrusted hallowed lands of so-called...
read moredejani čhib – mother ton...
Ašunel? Svato si mungri dej; svato si lel an angali Lulud’a thaj asvija te perel svato Ašunel? Purane del svato von...
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About Me
Aven andre!
I’m a British Romani living in the US. I speak a broken mess of Servika and Lotfitka Romanes (with some Anglo-Romani).
Me som i Qristýna Květa Zavackova~ paľikerav pale ♥
