Belgrade Airport and midnight drinks.
Good night Friend, fly off, my Dear.
We are just a grain of sand
in the desert of memories,
nothing more, everthing disappear.
Life is a seal after whom
remains only our shadows,
A simply calendar of our memories.
I put the seal and remains a shadow:
Belgrade Airport and midnight drinks.
Good night Friend, fly off, my Dear,
the calendar of our memories awaits you,
he can't never disappear.
21.4.2014.
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Kalendar uspomena
Aerodrom Beograd i ponoćno piće.
Laku noć, leti moja drugo.
Mi smo samo zrno pijeska
u pustinji uspomena,
ništa više i ništa drugo.
Život je pečat posle koga
ostaje samo naša sjena,
običan kalendar naših uspomena.
Stavljam pečat i ostaje sjena:
Aerodrom Beograd i ponoćno piće.
Laku noć, leti moja drugo,
čeka te kalendar naših uspomena,
ništa više i ništa drugo.
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Very impressive write, Jankovic. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.