I'll kill all the poets
with my letters
who are writing to you poems
as I killed yours.
You ask me cynically
Am I jealous.
If you asked me that
six years ago said
I'd love you.
Today I'm just dancing with a letters
according to your blurred image.
Don't ever believe the poet
when he writes sad poems.
Za tebe (I)
Ubiću slovima sve pjesnike
koji ti pišu pjesme
kao što sam ubio tvoje.
Cinično me pitaš
da li sam ljubomoran.
Da si me to pitala
prije šest godina rekao
bih ti da te volim.
Danas samo plešem slovima
po tvom zamagljenom liku.
Ne vjeruj nikad pjesniku
kad piše tužne pjesme.
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