I loved the time
when they didn't speak
that I am a poet.
I listened to her talk,
I enjoyed her smile
and I was happy.
Today I'm just torturing my letters
to trigger the spark of life.
I'm moving the memories of happiness.
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Uspomene o sreći
Volio sam vrijeme
kad nisu govorili
da sam pjesnik.
Slušao sam je kako priča,
uživao sam u njenom osmijehu
i bio sam sretan.
Danas samo mučim moja slova
da bih pokrenuo iskru života.
Preseljavam uspomene o sreći.
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