As I read your old letters
I want to wear shoes
and go to the hospital.
When someone embraces the past
he has a chance to go crazy.
When I close the book of our memories
I am marching madly around the house
in new, footworn shoes.
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Marš ludila
Dok čitam tvoja stara slova
poželim da obujem cipele
i odem u bolnicu.
Ko zagrli prošlost
ima šanse da poludi.
Kad zatvorim knjigu naših uspomena
marširam suludo po kući
u novim, nerazgaženim cipelama.
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