If you give me a hammer and a nail,
I'll make money and I'll satiated.
Only my poetry will be lost
some unwritten, unimportant letter.
If you give me free
feather and ink,
and if you think it'll make me be full
with that you will have spacial right
to read my letters about love,
You're wrong, my favorite.
The poet is happy only
if he writes the letters
that he earned with a
torment called Love.
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Ljubav
Ako mi daš čekić i ekser,
ja ću zaraditi i biću sit.
Izgubiće samo moja poezija
neko nenapisano, nevažno slovo.
Ako mi daš besplatno
pero i mastilo,
i ako misliš da ću
od toga biti sit,
i da ćeš samo Ti
imati pravo da čitaš
moja slova o ljubavi,
griješiš, omiljena moja.
Pjesnik je srećan samo
ako piše slova koja je zaradio
mukom koja se zove Ljubav.
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