You are uncertain as a youth
that turns dreams into reality.
You got up, this morning, bathed with a light.
Your dream is slowly turning into reality.
You're smiling.
You dreamed of having braids
and the blue bow in your hair.
You see in front of the reality mirror
a woman in the prime of life.
You're washing yourself.
You see a new wrinkle on your face.
You look away with fear.
You also see a sad smile.
You dispel the accumulated fear.
Fear disappears.
You surrender abruptly and irrevocably.
Smile, that perpetual wanderer,
spreads serenity in your body.
A new day begins.
You're insecure as old age
which will turn reality into a dream.
You go back to bed.
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Mašta
Nesigurna si kao mladost
koja snove pretvara u javu.
Ustala si jutros svjetlom okupana.
San ti se polako pretvara u javu.
Smješiš se.
Sanjala si da imaš pletenice
i plavu mašnicu u kosi.
Pred ogledalom jave vidiš
ženu u najboljim godinama.
Umivaš se.
Ugledaš novu boru na licu.
Sa strahom okrećeš pogled.
Vidiš se i sjetnim osmijehom
rastjeruješ nagomilani strah.
Nestaje strah.
Predaješ se naglo i bespovratno.
Osmijeh, ta trajna lutalica,
širi vedrinu u tvom tijelu.
Počinje novi dan.
Nesigurna si kao mladost
koja javu pretvara u san.
Vraćaš se u krevet.
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