(for Annelize, in answer to Vanja Bašić)
Your lips: red and shiny is in my memory,
the glance that takes me into your beautiful eyes,
feelings turn moment's upside-down
and it's as if I now again look at you,
where I hold you so tightly against me.
On me you still do have a secret ability:
that I do not hesitate to trust and believe you,
there is something past special to you.
Now years later I am surprised by you.
I get insight into the mature person that you are.
I know you and do discover new things,
where you fit into the same picture,
where in character you do stay the same:
that without trying pulls me closer.
[Reference: 'FOG' by Vanja Bašić
I am quoting the beautiful poem 'FOG' by Vanja Bašić here:
'FOG' by Vanja Bašić
'Those lips that kissed me,
I forgot.
The arms that hugged me,
sighs, touches, stored in my memory
fades with time.
Silent pain in my heart
It confused me for a moment.
The outline of the face as a sketch appears
I do not recognize.
The fog around me is effective.
Created to work for me
when a memory comes to the surface.
little by little her influence,
Created a thick cloud
perfect for me.
Nobody recognizes me anymore.
He doesn't know who I am.
He can't even know
when I don't even know
what I become in the fog.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem