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If you were living just across and if I were a tree
In that yard,
I’d delight you with fruit,
I’ll be watered with your glimpse,
just look at me in ardor,
I’d bear the sweetest fruit for you.

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I am looking in lacking it, but having in looking for.
Among the clouds,
 but not being among them.
It is just my happiness going away
while I am sleeping and sleep furtherly
my choice is the dream.
Though I am present in all of your needs.

SOUVENIR LUCK

How many times have I degraded myself?
Kneeled, crawled, searching for this,
My souvenir luck has banged!
A little bit insecure, a little bit deceiving,
you can never tell how long it will last.
I give to you two cold stones,
My cold hands, my shy face.
Shout this from the glass housetops!

MISTAKES

We no longer remember the mistake,
our house started to crumble down,
add one spark more.
Do you want to be honored for your efforts and fire?
Did we feel anything at all?
Though we were born…

The dying inside seems the worst,
dying out slowly…

FULFIL YOUR WISHES

Fulfil your wishes, go on.
Let the most beautiful melody start,
Let the breath be so near.
Steal dreams from the pillow.
Be here, stir up imagination.
Like this romantic tonight.
Stay, take over me!
Carry me! Take my clothes off!
Let me run through your veins.
Take my clothes off tonight, take me to the dawn.

The walls of your own heart you can tear down
And just one name carve there.
You take one owner there and lock in forever.
Poisoned blood you cannot change,
Only that someone stays there.
And all happening then, is not simple anymore.
When it starts, the chaos turns out!

BARE FACE

I’ve been sick since the very start,
I don’t care up to the very end of the game.
They lost it.
What about the other man?
In the twentieth chapter in the eight line
He was betrayed by the bare face.
In the twenty-third chapter,
It was goodbye.
The same face under the hat,
Bare face.

UNREQUITED LOVE`

Forget what I’ve said.
It’s something nasty again.
Sharp word has freefalling.
We have been long on these tracks,
Huge steps, heavy memories,
Through endless weeds.
We defied the storms,
Searching for oneself.
Unsuccessful trying, my love,
Do not go to local colors.
Forget what I’ve told you,
Unrequited love…

AQUARIUS

Kilometers gained nothing – you are here.
Before I go to sleep thirty times I say your name – you are here.
You fall asleep quietly – you are here.
Through deserts of sound, reason - you are here,
Through unreal reality – you are here,
Through the music of drums – you are here.
I know that you know that – here it’s
Always you.

HIM

Profile. Face in the shadow, straight lines of forehead and nose,
Plump lips, scar on the neck behind the left ear.
No, it is not a scar. It is a shadow of the ear.
Can’t see the eyes, but hear voice distinctly. It’s him.

MOTHER

If your life was dying slowly,
In this rhythm mine was living fast.
It is the same:
I can see the day, I can see the great day,
I can see the glorious day,
My mother.
If something is tearing my soul apart,
 though I put a lot of optimism into it,
believe me, mother.
You are special.
In your eye is my happiness,
Just because of you
I am persistent and positive.
Evil comes and goes.
We have met again and we chased,
And in circle again.
Sadness makes lips silent.
Don’t I have a right to love aloud?
I will write a long poem.

PITY DESTROYS GOOD PEOPLE

Maybe everything is possible?
What are the wrinkles, slowness and pain towards death for?
Many good people were destroyed by pity.
And some unrequited loves, and me with all of that truth.
Courage, come here!
Strength, there you are!
Touch, you are near!
Breath, I can hear you!
Just tell me a little bit faster, cease in the name of will.
Life, turn around to look once more…
Poetic soul is the only who can live when there is no any.
Only those who do it exactly know the world of literature.
It is a language of poetry!

LIVING OUT OF POEM

While it’s raining, and when there is happiness,
And while dreaming the green knight,
When the fear is deep suspicion,
Everybody puts own empty and little life
Into one poem.
Though, were I to live mine as one in the poem,
But I didn’t.

WEATHERVANE

On the solid ground
Fatal and dangerous
A word or two
Between four sides,
Mild wind in the north,
In the south blows southeaster wind,
and northwestern.
Then, from each side blows the wind,
And the point of adventure.
Bring back the weathervane.

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I’ve got your titters,
And hardly visible pit on your chin,
And your harsh frowns sometimes clearing out.
Your ears which do not hear anything,
And your strength sometimes I can feel.
I like your lies, truths flying restless,
And your little poetess.
And I remember every scar and birthmark,
And fault thug, and one little finger
Which means to me,
And one relationship hidden that I wanted and didn’t want either,
And dark loneliness.
After you I enjoyed alone.
And not lonely are the messages, not alone are truths,
And not alone are neither you nor I.
There is always someone to bother us,
And we give way today for tomorrow.
We are going out from our lives we lived.

A HOUSE MADE OF GLASS

A house made of glass.
The last performance is given there,
Last role,
A role without a price.
Lovers, on your parting
Fly away, fly.
 For long, for long restrain your silence.
In the dark of night, at least one star belongs to you.

PHANTOM IN THE NIGHT

Phantom in the opera initiated great interest
Inside deeper and deeper.
And surrounded by his admirers only one is real,
Hearing differently and he stays.
Face to face. Two gaze.
Shut up and kiss me!
When you walk away from every stage and you lose your popularity,
Come back.
Be my cradle.

PICTURE

Promise me that you would never leave me,
Man in the picture.
Tomorrow your smile will make my day.
And you are not a dream, you are reality.
Living picture, dear to me, picture full of contents.

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If tomorrow will conquer the day
What would I do the day after?
I’ll try to win in some other way,
giving a bad example,
being too much anxious,
but again victory appears as reconciliation.
As an omen to great victory,
There’s victory existing unclearly.
There are drawings, proof of victory.
Part without envy
Develops and makes crazy,
And is a rush for victory.
It is easy to think. To win is other thing.
It is easy to win, but thinking is the other thing.
To win, not to give up.

AT LEAST IN DATES

Do not repent, time will not stop,
Do not suffer, the sky will not cry.
Star, twinkle in the night and, what had happened, will remain somewhere,
At least in dates.

REAL PEOPLE

People die only
In dusk or dawn,
There are no eternal graves.

I smell on sweet basil
Pleasantly and divine,
And I love up to freedom.

MEETING

How come that we couldn’t understand each other
In thousand and one pain,
Belgrade?
Tell him that I’ll be waiting,
On Branko’s bridge in my thirtieth.
Let it be Friday evening,
Tell him to bring his feelings with him.

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With you one half of me is sleeping.
We were not meant to each other.
Forgive me if I occupy the space.

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When I think, when I want,
And set of to do it
Though ill, without your aim
And every day is grater worry
You know the secret of water drop
Grain of love, grain of wheat
Meaning so much.
But, my garden withers.